We went to the
ballpark the other night. Two rows
in front of us, I watched a man and his son take their seats. The man carried a hot dog for his kid
and one for himself, plus napkins and a beer.
The little boy
carried his own soft drink.
The man helped his
kid get the seat down, get settled, gave him a hotdog, gave him a napkin, got
his own seat down and sat down. I
watched, intently as he focused on getting his charge settled. In the process he never once looked at
his beer. It was less that a
quarter of an inch from the top, but he never spilled a drop.
I was impressed.
