DEAR CRABBY,

I live in a town that knows how to espouse its ability to care for kids by quoting how much money they give to adults that distribute that money. There are some kids in this town who do not need the money, but just want the respect shown to the one and only baseball field this little town has ever had for 13-18 year old baseball players. The adults who (like a person proclaiming to have saved a fawn without telling they ran over the mother) claim to be providing! These glorious 'providers' have in effect ruined this place to play baseball. Should we move to another town or should we tell our kid his goals are unimportant?

Signed,

TOO STUPID TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE

DEAR STUPID,

Well, you sure got me! Your letter is so cryptic, that I have come to the conclusion that you are WRONG! You are not stupid, you are merely confusing. I will make a feeble attempt to translate. Are you saying that: The people here that help financially with the ball field are not doing it completely out of the goodness of their hearts? That there are strings attached to the money connected with the ball field? That, instead of just paying the costs associated with the care and maintenance of said ball field, certain conditions must be met? Has the situation become a power struggle- over control of the field, the players, the coaches, teams or usage? Because, I gotta tell ya, I have no idea what is going on with that ball field; nor did I know about money given to anyone, or who, how, or anything else. If I got it wrong, write your mother. This time do it when you are sober.

DEAR CRABBY,

I am in 6th grade and I have a problem. I like a boy at school named John. We see each other in the library and at lunch. He asked me if I could meet him on the weekend at the pizza place. I was going to, but my dad wouldn't let me go. Now John thinks I am stuck up and won't talk to me. What should I say?

EMBARASSED GIRL

DEAR EMBARASSED GIRL,

Sooooo, you stood him up and hurt his ego. Well little girl, don't sweat it. He's in for a lot more than that in his lifetime. So are you for that matter. The big question is, what are you doing making dates at your age? You are too young to be dating.

I had a boyfriend in 5th grade. His name was Ricky Jurens. He gave me his Boy Scout tie tack. (Actually, he wrapped it in notebook paper and dropped it near my desk.) We never set up dates. We didn't even talk. We tried to hold hands after school, and my sister harassed us and chased us all the way home. I went to his house once and he showed me his toys. That was it. One look at his action figures then he moved away. Big Whoop. I still think about him. ~Sigh~

Now what were you saying? Oh yeah. Your dad knows best, because he was a boy, and he knows what goes through boys' heads. Stick to the library and lunch room. You have 3/4 of a century to worry about boys. Drop a note on his desk apologizing. It'll do.

crabcakes@sitnews.org

 

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