Frank, Maggie and Luke in Atlanta

We drove up to Cobb County to watch nephew Luke play tournament baseball this past Friday. The weather was warm and sunny and the baseball field was tucked back into the back of the school underneath the level of the main road running in front of the school. The Sprayberry High School band was practicing for the oncoming football season and students and parents were interspersed here and there around the campus.

We finally found a sign pointing to the baseball fields entrance, even though the baseball field was the first part of the campus we had found when we came to the High School. It just so happened that there was no easy way to get to the baseball field without driving all the way around the school and parking in the main parking lot. Which, of course, was being used by the band.

Tickets for the event were $10.00, which seemed a little high for high school age baseball, but that apparently is the way things go with teenage sports at that age. I couldn't match up with Frank's investment of $500.00 so Luke could play, and he didn't see any of the tournament.

Frank and Maggie drove up on Friday and visited the University of Georgia in Athens. We got to see them on Saturday, when we drove up to Atlanta to meet them for the World of Coke. As it turned out, the National Black Arts Festival was going on at the same time, so everything around Centennial Olympic Park was covered up with people. Making a command decision, we met them at Atlantic Station and ended up walking around in a drizzle, shopping in the various shops of interest.

We finally ended up in a Sports Bar, where the empty smoking lounge was the best place to sit and talk, despite the fact that Cindy and Maggie couldn't handle the cigar smell which lingered from earlier times. We did get a table on the edges of the main restaurant, where the noise was so loud that it was virtually impossible to hear each other.

So we yelled at each other across the table for awhile. I think a knowledge of sign language would have helped us.

Sunday was much better. We had a delightful meal at Mom and Dad's house and were able to sit around the house and talk about things. Maggie is very witty and reminds me a bit of Kate. Frank was giving Lily a hard time when she tried to call him on his cellphone and Maggie joined in the fun with a pretty good imitation of her father.

I wish we were able to see them more often than we do.