Walking the fine line between acting kindly, appearing creepy

   The 65-plus softball game had finished in 91-degree heat at noontime when I trudged – stinky and sweaty — to the parking lot along a main suburban street. I sensed the heat reflecting from the pavement and the stickiness of my T-shirt as I looked to the darkening western sky. A thundershower was imminent. … Continue reading Walking the fine line between acting kindly, appearing creepy