Making good on a commitment, Dad and I took James to the “baseball stadium” to see the Brewers play. We arrived late and left early … but got to see Bernie Brewer go down his slide, saw some fireworks and even racing sausages. Add in several snacks and some priceless three-generation Flood quality time, and you’ve got yourself a mighty fine Wednesday afternoon. Oh, and we sat in the shade, so there were no sunburns.
