Two years ago Stanley began playing organized sports for the first time. He started with soccer, on cold winter Saturday mornings, and we drove out to the fields off SW Archer Road. I missed his first game because Graham and I were still in the hospital after he was born, but all of Stanley's grandparents came out to cheer him on.
I am driving out Archer Road on a cold winter Saturday, and I realize that two years ago nothing was wrong.
"How's that bricklaying comin',
How's your engine runnin'?
Is that bridge getting built,
Are your hands getting filled?
...I am lost in my mind,
I am lost in my mind."
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