Daily BB Meditations — June 18

Echo Off the Garage

The lawn was thick, summer-deep. You tossed a ball against the garage door just to hear the echo. The season had a sound: a screen door creaking, a distant mower, the thud of leather. You weren’t at a game, but baseball was in the air. It always was this time of year.

Stoicism
You don’t need a stadium to feel the weight of tradition. You carry it in your …