During Spring Break, we drove up to Jonathan's place in Connecticut just for fun. During our whirlwind tour of New England, we managed to squeeze in a quick superficial tour of Cliff Walks in Rhode Island, Boston, and Cape Cod. The clam chowder was delicious. The beach at Cape Cod, or the part we saw, was windy. And finally, Cliff Walks was the windiest. It was dark by the time we arrived, by we snapped a photo with the Atlantic Ocean in the background.
Living thousands of miles from my grandson, it is a grand honor to participate in some of his activities. So when the opportunity arose to attend one of his soccer games, we were delighted to accept the invitation. Although his team did not win, the game was not about winning but was about rewarding every member with the same rewards: a large conspicuous badge and a sumptuous frozen treat and a photo op of the team and coach. Although he did not score and at times seemed not to know what was going on, we enjoyed watching him grace the soccer field with his running around the whole field. He seemed to be saying to us to watch him, which we did with pleasure. I am proud of my grandson for trying. One day, I believe, he will be a great soccer player. But for now, he is still my favorite soccer player in America. And that's what counts. Go, Blake!



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