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Show Ferguson Lives Butch and Fenn Stories 23 So we ride double through the startling daylight to the park. Linda Aikens and Carol are playing tennis and the swings are alive with kids, one of them my brother which means I still have fifteen minutes to get home. It's hard to believe that the neighborhood cooks like this all day long while we're in that basement making up the world. Fenn's team is having batting practice and we see him leaning on the fence, posing like a baseball player, waiting for his turn to bat. Butch watches the pitcher for awhile and then goes to Fenn and says: "Wake up, Bozo." "Hey, Butch, what are you doing here?" "Time your step and your swing with this kid's arm. Watch his arm. Keep your back elbow way up and your hands level. Stand up in the box. Don't swing too hard." "Fenn," I add, "I think you ought to just wear your glasses." Fenn is coming up as I swing onto my bike to leave. "Come back to my house later," Butch says. "Really?" "Yes. Come back. I'll need some help." He sees my face and says: "Really- It'll be all right. I'll see you." I turn to see Fenn step and tap a line drive against the fence in center field. |
