If someone yells out ‘Sing something by Dolly or Reba’, I can turn to the band and toss out a song name and we’re off playing and singing.”Nik...y asked, “What about songs that aren’t country and western?”“Oh, we’ve been doing some of those, too. We’re not into rap or punk, but we’ve covered a lot of the old standards. Kyle claims to know about ten thousand songs cold; he asks me to name a song and he’ll sing it, and I have yet to stump him. He has several of what are called Fake Books. Each one. The widow came out, hugged dad and I thanking us for our hard work. We got back in the truck and headed for home. "Any other drive ways that need work dad?" Nope, just this one."We drove home and unloaded the blower then went inside. Ashlee and mom were busy in the kitchen making something that smelled great. I saw the cookbook open on the butcher block table and I went over to it. Looks like the ladies were going to make grandma's matzo ball soup for lunch/dinner. "Hey all, whatcha doin'?" I. “I was afraid I hurt the little bastard, but he’s right here, staring at me just out of reach.”“Have you tried bribing it with food?” Tiffany asked from behind Jazz’s back. Jazz gave a start. She hadn’t heard the singer approach.Apparently, Nick hadn’t heard her either because he jumped and banged his head. With a muttered profanity, he pulled himself out from under the chair and sat with his back to a nearby sofa.“Sorry.” Tiffany offered him a hand up. “I seem to be surprising you every time. Oh, I knew it was just a routine play and I knew, as well as anybody, that Chambers would more than likely have been out at first, no matter what he had done. Didn't matter. I was Old School, and nothing pissed me off quicker than seeing a ballplayer -- especially a kid like that -- failing to hustle.When Chambers came back into the dugout and found a seat, I got up and sat down right beside him, where nobody could hear me except the rookie. "What you doin' out there?" I asked him."Wadayah.