Silent Son

Beautiful but Unlikely

yale bowl

A mildly strange fact but true: Ross and I were going to the Yale Bowl. Yale vs. Dartmouth this year. And I had always considered baseball his only mistress. Still it should be fun, I thought. When was the last time I was at an official sporting event as part of the crowd? (Ross hadn’t yet spirited us away to Fenway.) My mind meandered backwards, thinking of many things, thinking of Michael, of course; thinking of Lawrence. Where was he now? How was he doing?

I met Ross at the office the afternoon of the game, bringing him coffee and a chocolate cupcake with orange icing, and we drove over to the field. Too late for the tailgating, we headed directly over to the stadium, reverb from the PA system floating beckoningly over our heads. We located his gang in the stands, some of his old friends from law school…

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