Day 284 "Get Your Hotdogs Here!" 7 x 9 ink & pencils

Our daughter gave us Red Sox tickets as an anniversary gift.  Though we have been to some Sox games over the years, I have not sat in the bleachers in decades.  It was a blast. The sun streams low over the left field wall for the 7:10 game time, and the spectators in part of the bleachers are lit by its golden glow as the rest of the park sits i shadow.  The hawkers caught my eye, scrambling up and down the stair selling pizza, hotdogs, popcorn, ice cream, water, and lemonade.  The last time I was in the bleachers, the most popular hawkers were the beer sellers, who could empty a tray of watered down cups of beer very in a blink.  They don't sell beer in the stands anymore; spectators have to leave their seats and travel down to the concourse. Makes for a much more reasonable night in the stands, but sometime this past week, I was describing our seats to someone who bemoaned the tame, dull bleacher seat experience available these days.  I loved being out there; beautiful, crisp summer evening... where you debate putting on the sweater you brought, but resist, knowing how great it will feel later when you finally don it; just like those late afternoons at the beach. 
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