There was a dream

There was a dream.....once.  A pastoral dream, a simple dream.  That dream was wiffle-ball.

But now, that dream is ended.  Where are the boys of summer?  Where have they gone?  To Maine?  To France?  To Boy Scout camp?  The game, alas, is no more.

Who now among us is prepared to suit up and play?  Kurt and Glen. That's right, you heard me, Kurt and Glen.  The last men.
Or....

Maybe they are the first men.  Perhaps, like Romulus and Remus before them, they will suckle the she-wolf of summer and found a new dream, and a new league, on the now empty ruins of Smith School playground, where once, men dreamed.

So go ahead and frolic in your summer manses.  Toss another euro in the fountain.  Roast one more weenie, but never forget:  there was a dream!