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More to Life

July 14, 2021

Regardless of the season, the neighbor house on Emerson was the place everyone went.

We called it the “Brick” for obvious reasons, and everyone went there because, to be honest, there weren’t a lot of things to do in Glenview that didn’t involve standing on a corner or risk getting beat up by guys with combed back hair who wore t-shirts and jeans; an activity I seemed to be quite good at: the getting beat up, not the standing.

The Brick had a gym, a basketball court, and a baseball diamond that was converted to skating and hockey rinks in the winter, a kitchen, and a huge room with a lot of different games and crafts and I guess you would call that a multi-purpose room today.

The Brick is where I discovered boxing after Sam, a volunteer coach, convinced me to join the local Golden Gloves chapter when he said, “Don’t matter if you’re small, Artie, that don’t mean nothing; unless maybe you like getting teased and beat up by them hoods, huh?” and I didn’t have a good answer for him.

It turned out Sam was right because after three months I wasn’t scared anymore, and even though I still got beat up, it wasn’t as often, and I was able to give as well as take which was a good feeling.

The Brick also hosted dances on Saturday nights, and it was at one of those dances in mid-November, right about the time the boards were going up in the outfield to get ready for skating and hockey, that I met Eileen Malinsky and that’s when I began to learn that there was more to life than baseball, bullies, boxing and the Brick.

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For Girlie on the Edge‘s Six Sentence Stories for Independence Day 2021.
PROMPT WORD: CENTER

24 Comments leave one →
  1. July 14, 2021 3:11 pm

    Well done! Good to see you posting new stories; went a little dark and blank for far too long. 🤗

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  2. July 15, 2021 7:48 am

    well done. glad you’re with us in this quest

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  3. July 15, 2021 9:31 am

    A heartwarming and triumphant tale! Bravo!

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  4. July 15, 2021 10:27 am

    I like how Eileen expanded one’s sense of what life was about.

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  5. July 15, 2021 5:04 pm

    He’s lucky to have found a mentor, the more he grows up, the more he will need one. Well told!

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  6. July 16, 2021 12:33 am

    I can relate to this, Michael.
    My rugby career went much the same way when I discovered there were much more interesting things to tackle than mud-encrusted 18-stone prop forwards.

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    • July 17, 2021 2:38 pm

      Growing up can be difficult, but it’s not without it’s certain joys. I see rugby on TV here from time to time and I don’t quite understand all of the rules, but I know that it puts American football to shame.

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  7. July 16, 2021 4:28 am

    A splendid little tale, Michael. Good Six!

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  8. July 16, 2021 7:56 am

    Seems he now has the one thing he lacked. Nice one Michael.

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  9. July 16, 2021 2:33 pm

    Thank goodness for the meeting places of our youth.

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  10. July 16, 2021 5:41 pm

    A very touching Six, Michael. If we’re lucky, we have people who cross our paths at significant points in our lives; who offer needed guidance and direction (whether we realize it at the time or not).

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  11. July 17, 2021 11:15 am

    Good one, Michael. Perfect places and people at the moment we need them!

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  12. dyannedillon permalink
    July 18, 2021 6:00 am

    When universes collide: first with Sam’s, then Eileen’s! A delightful six!

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    • July 18, 2021 11:03 am

      Despite what George Costanza might think, sometimes universes or worlds colliding can be a good thing. Thanks Dyanne!

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