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Cypress Physical Therapy Falls To Malcolm M. Dienes

Lutcher High based-Cypress Physical Therapy suffered a narrow 3-2 loss to Malcolm M. Dienes-based Archbishop Rummel in Crescent City Summer Baseball League action. The Bulldogs jumped out to a 1-0 first inning lead when Dylan Delaneuville led off with a walk and then later Ayden Lear hit a sacrifice fly to right field to plate Delaneuville from 3rd base.

Across the River

Across the River

Thanks to everyone who shared my humiliation of spending recess under the clock for trivial punishment for a minor infraction. Some were punished for not doing their homework, borrowing with no intention of returning a pencil and, as one brave man admitted, relieving himself outside on the playground instead of in the bathroom. I don’t remember how old I was when I played on the swing between the school and Miss Ruth Steib’s house. I liked those swings because of the thick wood seats and the chunky chains. Their squeak was very loud, however. I was swinging away, going very high, when I glanced around and realized there were no other children on the playground. The squeak of the swing blocked the sound of the bell. I took a flying leap off the swing and started beelining for the classroom building. Then I felt my legs were a little chilly. I looked down and the bottom of my dress was missing. I turned and looked at the swing and saw the skirt of my dress stuck in the chain and flying in the breeze. Luckily, we wore slips at the time. I ran back to the swing, retrieved my dress part and, wouldn’t you know it, was met by a teacher in the hallway. She took me to the teacher’s lounge where she found a pack of straight pins. That’s how she held my dress together, with what felt like a million pins. She stuck those pins in the fabric so neatly, vertically, from top to bottom. Have you ever felt a million pinpoints nicking your skin when you tried to sit in a desk? My mom had no access to a car during the day because my dad used it for work. So, I stayed that way for the rest of the day and the school bus ride home. I walked like a mummy to keep from further pin attacks on my arms or legs. It took many days before I grew brave enough to swing at school again. When I did, I didn’t go very high and was much more observant of the others on the playground. Oh, and I didn’t have to spend time under the clock for that. Believe me, a few minutes kneeling under the clock would have been a breeze compared to being nicked by a million straight pins.

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