Blog archive
February 2025
Status - Feb 20, 2025
02/20/2025
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025
Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025
Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025
Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025
Wind and Fire
02/17/2025
Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025
Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025
Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025
Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025
Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025
Living the Mission
02/05/2025
Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025
Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025
Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025
Villager's Stories
02/05/2025
A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025
Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025
Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025
January 2025
At Dawn by Ed Mervine
01/31/2025
Thank you for Relief Efforts
01/31/2025
Needs as of January 25, 2025
01/24/2025
Eaton Fire Information
01/23/2025
Fires in LA Occupy Our Attention
01/22/2025
Escape to San Diego
01/19/2025
Finding Courage Amid Tragedy
01/19/2025
Responses of Pasadena Village February 22, 2025
01/18/2025
A Tale of Three Fires
01/14/2025
Curve Balls
By Edward A. RinderlePosted: 02/10/2024
I'm a pretty good fast ball hitter. The ball comes straight, more or less. I can judge pretty closely when and where it will arrive. When it's heading for the strike zone, I can put a good swing on it. Yes, sometimes I miss, or I hit it foul. Sometimes I pop it up. But often I hit it hard. And I get to run. To first base, to second, or, on rare occasions, to third. I feel proud of my effort, even if the ball ends up in the mitt of a fielder.
Then one day a unique opportunity came my way – a ball headed for the heart of the plate. Licking my chops I took a mighty swing. And I missed. Badly. My bat cleared the zone well before the ball arrived. Even worse, the pitch was at least a foot out of my reach. I had met my first curve ball.
What a wicked pitch is the curve ball! It can come right at me - I flinch, then I watch helplessly as it tails away into the strike zone. That missile from hell can move away a few inches or a few feet. It can catch the inside corner or sweep away beyond the zone.
Even worse, it's slower than a fast ball. If I anticipate a curve and my guess is wrong, a fast ball can blow right by me. And I look with regret as a pitch I should have hit pops into the catcher's mitt.
I am trying to figure out these curve balls. I usually swing and miss. Sometimes, I make contact, but the result seems always to be a weak grounder to the infield. And I'm beginning to notice how tired my arms are getting as I flail away at fast balls and curve balls alike.
I've never hit for much power. I usually get a bit under the fast balls and loft them a bit too high. They always fall short of the outfield fence. But to my surprise I have yet to hit a curve ball high into the air.
One of these days I'm going to recognize a curve ball heading toward the center of the strike zone. And I'm going to put a good swing on it. Swinging with all my might, I will make solid contact. And I'll watch the ball soar toward the heavens. And clear the fences easily.
Then, finally, I will run . . . all the way home.