Bean and Baseball: Time Flies
Autor Chet D. Arnolden Paperback – 23 iul 2020
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781098312312
ISBN-10: 1098312317
Pagini: 40
Dimensiuni: 211 x 211 x 5 mm
Greutate: 0.12 kg
Editura: Atmosphere Press
ISBN-10: 1098312317
Pagini: 40
Dimensiuni: 211 x 211 x 5 mm
Greutate: 0.12 kg
Editura: Atmosphere Press
Notă biografică
I am an Army infantry Veteran, a product of Sand Hill from July to November of 1989, 4/30th Infantry. Ft.
>Growing up in East Texas during the 70s and as a teenager in the 80s was a lot of fun. If reality shows had been a thing then, what an amazing show that would have been. Football is king in East Texas--it has always been and it will always be. A few stars emerged as baseball
>High school graduation was bittersweet. I would be leaving my family and friends, and the known for the
>I raised boys. I loved our community and I loved being a part of whatever was going on. One day, my son
>As a kid, I remember sitting outside on the porch with my grandfather on Walton Dr. in Tyler, Texas, in the 70s. While my grandfather listened to the game on the radio, I would hear the crack of the bat, and the cheering that immediately followed. To this day, I still get excited at the crack of the bat--unless my son is pitching. Then, all I can think of is, Don't throw it to that spot again!
>Growing up in East Texas during the 70s and as a teenager in the 80s was a lot of fun. If reality shows had been a thing then, what an amazing show that would have been. Football is king in East Texas--it has always been and it will always be. A few stars emerged as baseball
>High school graduation was bittersweet. I would be leaving my family and friends, and the known for the
>I raised boys. I loved our community and I loved being a part of whatever was going on. One day, my son
>As a kid, I remember sitting outside on the porch with my grandfather on Walton Dr. in Tyler, Texas, in the 70s. While my grandfather listened to the game on the radio, I would hear the crack of the bat, and the cheering that immediately followed. To this day, I still get excited at the crack of the bat--unless my son is pitching. Then, all I can think of is, Don't throw it to that spot again!