Al Dimond's Journal: how much luck do i have?

I crashed my bike. On those damn old railroad tracks that are completely dismantled except for the portion that crosses First street. There are just rails crossing the street in the middle of randomness, and my front tire went into the groove, which carried me into the curb, which threw me off the bike.

On the plus side, I got to work on my mean baseball swing yesterday; center field bleachers, watch out! Or maybe not so much "center field bleachers" as "little kids playing on the playground beyond the field". And by field, I mean a tiny backstop at a tiny park 4 blocks from my house. And they should watch out for the tennis ball that I'm smacking around with my surprisingly well-constructed wiffle ball bat. I never managed to get it to the playground (that woulda been a deep drive to the power alley in left), but I hit the sled hill (a home run to the short porch in right) and my brother hit three cars (watch out for foul balls). For all those who are familiar with the greater west side of Elmhurst area, the park was Ben Allison. The park that spans about one suburban block when it's feeling mighty. But yay for tennis ball batting practice.

The rest of today will consist of packing the rest of my schtuff to go back to college. Will be glad to be away from "home" and back to a place that really feels like home.