unless one is lucky enough to be killed in one of those epic battles that typify the national identity life is not a team sport
fiction
edward w pritchard
Unless one is lucky enough to be killed in one of those epic battles that typify the national identity life is not a team sport.
Things change. Your old pal the baby who used to sit quietly respectfully silent waiting while you competed a few business matters before you and he tossed the baseball now has to work to pay for the new second car and can't fish, walk along the railway tracks, or sit by the campfire these days.
The plot of life now is secondary to philosophical introspection. Teams are redundant, life is solitary.
Things change.
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