Romping with the Big C

Flashing through my mind was a moment years ago in their Calgary living room. We were brain-storming the way Lawrence's story could be related in terms of a baseball game. We both loved the game, as we used to play scrub or pop-up-flies in the evenings or Sunday afternoons on the small Manitoban farm. The excitement grew as we began listing some different chapter titles... Strike one, Strike two, Strike three, Batter's… I recall we looked at each other and refused to say the next word. Our ...