The boy playing third base is good. His name is Thatcher, but his friends call him Thatch. His baseball team is called "Blue Thunder". He is from South Dakota and he's very athletic.
Thatch plays third base on the baseball team. He also plays basketball, tennis, and youth soccer - not bad for a thirteen-year-old. He has been playing sports since he was three. Thatch wants to play one or all of the sports professionally
Last month I asked him if he had thought about which sport he wanted to play. "I'll play anything if I can get paid to do it," he said. I told him I thought he would be a pro baseball player and he gave me a thumbs up.
He is on the right path if playing pro sports is his dream. He was voted third for the best player in the state and tenth for best player in the region three weeks ago. His parents think he will play tennis, but said they don't have the aut
The earth has a lot of great sports players and I think Thatch can play with the best of them. I hope nothing gets in his way. It will be fun to say I knew him when he was only thirteen and was a soccer superstar.
It was Mother's day. I did not have a gift for my mother. Neither did my brother. So we went to my father and asked him if he would take us to the store to look for a gift. He said he hadn't bothered to get one yet either so we all went in
The weather was bad and the thick smog in the city made it hard to breathe. But in the end our trip was worth it because we found the most perfect gifts for mother.
There were some salts to help you bathe, some lotion for smooth skin, and some feather pillows to help you relax. All of those sounded very soothing to me.
My brother found some rubber, squishy toys. I told him they were for babies who are teething.
My father found a lathe and a leather belt for mother. I told him that she would absolutely loathe them. They trusted me and put their gifts back. They helped me buy the soothing gifts I found and we drove home together.
I was happy because my mother was going to love them much better than the gifts my father and brother had chosen. And I learned something. People often pick out what they want for themselves instead of thinking of the other person
Smitty is a clever businessman. He is smart, a smooth dealmaker, and always smells like pizza. Some people might not like that but since I love pizza, it's o.k. with me.
I am a locksmith and Smitty is the person I order parts from. When people break, smash, or ruin their door handles or locks, they call me. There are thousands of different types of locks and handles, but Smitty knows all of them.
He and I were classmates at Smith High School and have worked together for 13 years now. He always answers my questions and has just the right locksmith tools and products I need to help my customers.
I have wondered if he has a secret locksmith lab in his basement. That way he can be around locksmith parts and tools all the time.
When I asked him how he knew so much he smiled and said he was given a book at Christmas 13 years ago. The title of the book was "Everything You Need to Know About Locksmithing".
