Word: lucie
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...LeLacheur Park is, clearly, lovely: a sweet little brick 4,700-seater placed as softly as a Texas Leaguer at a riverbend that spent a hundred years waiting for a ballfield. I head for Will Call as Luci, with her sixth sense about shopping, heads for Souvenirs, which is taking its signal to close from the National Anthem, now being sung. The young man locking the door lets her in, and I join the others after picking up our tickets. Caroline, of course, wants everything in sight. I veto a small bat, which I imagine her using on her infant...
...take some snapshots of Caroline and Luci, then between innings Kevin and I go for sausages, pretzels and Mill City beer. As if to make the evening more perfect than perfection, the concessionaire cards me. I'm 47. As I leave with my licit purchases, I notice that he cards the next guy in line, too. This guy looks about 60, and I surmise the Spinners must have gotten in trouble for underage sales, and now have a general policy. Oh well...
...return to the seats, I report to Luci, "Apparently there's a kids' area down there." I point to left field. "Games and activities. They say it closes after the top of the seventh, so Caroline should go sooner than later...
...Caroline enjoys a bite of pretzel and Luci has a sip of beer. Then Caroline, who is three and a half and therefore hears everything, says, "Let's go, Mommy." We are all so happy tonight that no reasonable request goes unanswered for even a minute. "Okay," says Luci, and Caroline slides off her seat. "Daddy, save my place...
...Another picture for the memory bank: In a dark room in Lowell, Luci and I, in iron aprons, stand on either side of our first-born child as she holds one of our fingers in each of her little hands and is gently slid backwards into the CAT-scan machine, whose rays begin to dance before her eyes. "Don't talk, Sweetie," I say to her as she moans. "Just a minute more...