Rural New Jersey in the eighties

Today was rainy, again, and there was a good deal of talk around the office about Little League games being cancelled. Ah, Little League. Those were the years we lived in a manse next door to a country church in New Jersey. Ah, rural New Jersey. People in the rest of the country usually don't realize how beautiful it is. There we were, only about an hour from New York City, and an hour or so from Philadelphia, but in the middle of rolling hills, farms, lush pastures filled with thoroughbred horses, and lots of Little League games. Here is Tim in our back yard, learning to hit the ball - which I somehow managed to catch in mid-flight. His childhood flew away almost as fast as a fastball, it seems now - even though at the time it often seemed that everything was happening in slow motion.