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October 16, 2001
Late in the season we went to the ballgame. These are my favorite days at the park: Low sun, cool breeze, lots of empty seats. Only die hard Red Sox fans make the trek to Fenway when they're 12 games out. But the players always gave the rabid fans an extra minute or two. Why not? The season's about over. The games didn't matter.

On the way home, he kissed me in front of the bus.

What a shock! For us, and for the screaming kids in back. Noses pressed to the glass. Laughs and shouts as our tongues wagged.