A Perfect Day
Warm sun, low breeze. Putting pine boards on the roof of the new playhouse with my 3-year-old handing me screws one at a time. It was all right. I was in no hurry because the Red Sox and White Sox were on the radio in the middle of a real dust-up in Chicago. Boston won after 9 innings of the best baseball we've had all summer. My friend Peter Sagal was at that game with his family. I kept thinking how great that would be, and then I'd look around at our countryside, and Ben holding the next screw, and the playhouse taking shape -- and I was very glad to be exactly here.