We are moving from a two-bedroom apartment to a three-bedroom apartment. It's not just the extra room, it's also a pantry, an extra hall closet and a linen closet that we didn't have in the two-bedroom. It's all good.
The grocery cart replaces boxes. We stack things, roll down the hall to the elevator, roll off, and down another hall. We have two balconies with great views. One looking south and east to the mountains and one looking west to downtown. We'll have excellent seats for the the 24th of July parade. Tom thinks it's funny how important my parade seat is. We can also see the fireworks at Derks' Field. And everywhere else.
Yeah, I know it hasn't been Derks' Field for a gazillion years, but that's what it was called in my growing-up years and I'm reverting. Nothing has sounded nearly as good as Derks' Field. Franklin-Covey Field? Spring Mobile? Big money passing through until their stocks fall into a hole.
Derks' Field was named after a Tribune sports writer, John C. Derks. That works for me.
I know it's not the same field. But, hey, they brought the Bees back. Maybe they'll bring John C. Derks' Field back too. It could happen. And Hamilton School. And Roosevelt Junior High.
And Montgomery Wards.
What has this got to do with moving? I can see all the places of my past from the balcony.
I'm ready for my close-ups, Mr. DeMille.