The Washington newspapers and TV stations had produced reams of action photos and a multitude of excited stories, and, we were told, season ticket sal...s were steadily climbing. They were fixing up the old stadium, resodding the infield, installing a new scoreboard with a big TV screen, cleaning up the parking lots, and painting the seats red and blue.I knocked on the pine-paneled door under the right field stands and went inside. A pretty blonde sat at a white computer doing something to her. Summer was special. During the summer we got to go stay at grandma's and grandpa's farm. It wasn't really a farm any longer, but it was about 100+ acres of wild undeveloped land that Sissy and I explored. The best part was in the center of the woods was a small pond, almost as big as a small lake. It took a while to walk there, but it had the best fishing of any place we had ever been.Sissy and I, under dad's and grandpa's tutelage, became avid fishermen or fisherpersons for you sexist types.. So their life took thepath of crime. Innocent people were murdered by thoseyouth banished from all their love ones. So a new federal law was passed duringin year 2030, when Miss J. W. Bush was president, which ordered any behaviormodification facility to turn a teenager in risk of turning 18 withoutcompleting the program over to the authorities. Then the teenager would have topass a final test or take an exit plan from society. My parents wereordered to make a plan for my recovery, which the. So the only time we were close was when I was in high school and she wasa young k**. I guess that's why I still think of her as that young k**,even though she's 38 years old.The guy she married was a real jerk. My parents didn't like him, so theonly way she could marry him is to get pregnant, which is what happened.He couldn't hold a job and was unemployed most of the time. He didn'tcare as long as he had money to go hunting and fishing. They eventuallymoved away from my parents, although they.