Day 292
Z. Tyler’s
basketball goal behind
the front door
in Oregon
In
August of 1989 we trekked westward for a stint in the Great Northwest; on the
journey, we celebrated Z. Tyler’s 2nd birthday. He rode shotgun with
me in the big Ryder truck. As night fell on our way through Cheyenne, Wyoming
trucking down the interstate, the little-man leaned forward in his car seat
next to me, peered eastward spying the new-risen full moon and said, “The mon! The mon!” He always was very observant---intelligent…quite a treat!
In
Oregon, finally settled, we got him a miniature (his size) basketball goal; it
was set up in the entry hall at the front door. He would stand in the living
room and shoot baskets into the tiny hoop already displaying his athletic
talent and sport’s acumen. He could hit a ball in mid-air at 9-months, not at
all an easy task; I know adults of many decades who cannot accomplish such a
feat. He had a bowling ball and pins and a “set” of plastic golf clubs, too. We
played pitch & catch; Z. showed great talent as a pitcher in his baseball
career and was a “slugger”.
We
spent nearly all our time together,
playing and having fun. Visited the driving range, often. And I took him out of
school to go with me to the golf course in later years.
Whatever
we came up with, Z. Tyler excelled at the challenge, conquering all. What a
boy!
Later,
we got him a basketball game with an electronic score counter and a timer; he
won!
Ah! Cookie
Jar Sweet “He scores!” Memories!
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