Bocce

On Sundays, I drive Wombat to work. I take the long way past the community park and there, on the other side of the tennis courts across the street from the little league baseball fields, is a bocce ball court. Every time like clockwork, there is a group of little old men playing a game. One of them brings a boom box that plays classic Italian songs (except for last week when it was playing a weird mash up of Italian love songs and French techno). I always try to hit the red light so I can soak it all in because for that brief moment I feel like I'm back in Italy. By the time I drive back through about 15 minutes later, they are all gone.

It's my favorite moment of the week.