I was out on a photo shoot on a remote trail in the woods. I stopped for a bit, to rest, removed my shirt and wiped my brow with it. It was warm today... Off to one side of the trail was an old tree trunk lying about a foot off the ground. I walked over and sat down. In the distance I could hear the sound of engines getting closer. I guessed they were four- wheelers or maybe dirt bikes. I would soon find out as the sound got nearer. I sat on the old log and waited, camera in hand to take some. The ball hit fair and we scored one. Now we had a man on third and me on first.The reliever had the big wind up with the big kick. The coach was flashing steal and I wasn't sure the guy on third saw the sign. I called time and tied my shoe then looked at the coach and third base coach to make sure they were giving the sign to the runner.I watched the pitcher wind up and look at my short lead off then do his kick and throw, ball. He did it again, another ball but not wild and a good catcher. She nearly tackled me when I got out of the car. She gave me a huge bear hug and kissed my cheek.“Hey, Big Brother!”“Hey, Stephanie!”She broke the embrace and took my hand. I grabbed my bag and closed the car door, and let her pull me into the house. We went down the hall to our rooms. We changed into our suits and met at the pool. We swam our laps, showered, dressed, and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Dad came in while we were getting everything ready.“Hi, Son. Your sister said you were. That made him on time for the first of the one in three trains which stop at Karrakatta in the afternoon, then three quarters of an hour early to West Perth for the train Mary caught, so he spent the extra time speaking to the people in the main city book store and discovered that Dickson's books are out of print.To Damien this is one of the reasons why traditional bookshops are going out of existence as they are only selling what the publishers wish for them to sell, not what people actually.