It was an ordinary day. Pulled into the parking lot of the Physicians' Surgery Center, parked the car and Carol and I entered the front door. After checking in and being told to take a seat in the waiting area, I began walking toward the seating area with Carol behind me. Just when I was about to sit down, I looked to my left and thought I recognized the guy sitting a few seats away. "Bobby!" I said after realizing who it really was. Then he looked and saw Carol standing next to me and said, "Larry ... and Carol." Bobby is one of Carol's cousins and we hadn't seen him for over 20 years. Bobby is ten years older than Carol, but at one time we were fairly close to him. When I first began coaching youth baseball, I got to know Bobby through Carol and finally asked if he would like to join me in coaching the Hamilton Watch team I had. Bobby was a standout athlete in high school and was drafted by the Kansas City Athletics out of high school. A big lefty, he played for quite a few years, reaching the AA level before hurting his arm and leaving baseball. He and I and my cousin's husband Lance coached for a year together and managed one of the best Jr. Midget teams (ages 13-14) in Lancaster County.