What a surprise! This morning it was raining when I woke up. It has since stopped leaving behind only white clouds bright with hidden light. The air is still held in check by the humidity.

It is opening day at Fenway Park. The Sox have had a rocky start winning only one game, but at home they are difficult to beat. I used to go to Fenway when I was a kid. I sat in the bleaches, the cheap seats, at afternoon games. I remember my first night game. My friend’s sister worked for the Sox. We arrived for batting practice, and I remember walking through the concourse then standing at the fence behind the outfield. The field was lit so much it looked like daytime. I thought it was magical. I have been to see the Sox several times. I even saw them in Colorado. I’ve sat in seats all over the park including box seats. Now I’m watching the game on TV. I’m wearing my Red Sox uniform shirt, a long ago Christmas gift. I have hot dogs for lunch. I have popcorn. I’m ready. Go Sox!!

When I was a kid, around five or six, there was a whole neighborhood Easter egg hunt. There were regular dyed hard boiled eggs. There were surprise eggs with money and candy inside. There was a gold egg with the big prize inside. The eggs were hidden all round the field and the houses close to the field. I headed to the field. The grass was brown and not yet tall so hunting was easy. The dead tree in the back was a treasure trove of eggs. It was there I found the prize. I found the gold egg. I wanted to hold up the egg and scream, “I found it. I found it,” but I didn’t. I was afraid someone bigger would take it. I walked nonchalantly around holding my basket. The end of the hunt was announced by one of the parents. We stood in line waiting for our eggs to be tallied. We all wondered who had the gold egg. I said nothing. The dyed ones were the least valuable, worth only a penny or two. The other eggs had the prizes already inside. I presented my basket. The parent found the egg and held up for all to see. I was thrilled. I remember that whole day, but, of all things, I don’t remember the prize. The fun of it was the hunt.

I have no plans for Easter. I do have some dye for my eggs. It is, after all, tradition.

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