Friday, March 31 2000:
Drew and Sarah run home from school, screaming. Sarah wouldn’t wait up! Drew was trying to kill me! Everyone is like that sometimes. We have some family soccer at the middle school. Matty (cf. Sarah, Glasgow, 1995) dribbles very well. He got to the net and found me in the way. “Hey!” he said. Seeing that I wasn’t moving, he thought for a moment. His face brightened as an idea occurred to him. “Scuze me!” There was nothing to do but move.