A baseball fan turns away from the action at a minor league game in Idaho to chat with a friend. Suddenly, the crowd around him starts yelling. He turns back toward the field and is hit in the eye with a foul ball. Ultimately he loses vision in the eye. He sues.
Walking the parade route – before and after – was a new approach for me at writing a column about the Almond Festival on Saturday. You have to admit I had the best seat in the house, never stopping longer than to chat for a few minutes with old friends, or those folks I had never met. After all, a friend is often only a smile and a handshake away.