It was one of those motels with lawn chairs set up outside the rooms, 50 bucks a night, cockroach tape beside the beds. In the lobby, the owner was watching tv. There was one of those windows on the ceiling, a skylight. There was a moth or a butterfly banging into the window, presumably struggling to get back outside.
An older man wearing a white button down shirt looked up at the moth or butterfly flapping away and then noticed the blue sky and he didn’t know why, but he thought about those times in New York when there were three baseball teams playing in the same city with that Coogan’s Bluff outside the Polo Grounds and kids probably sneaking into Ebbets Field and some other happenings at Yankee stadium.
Maybe he felt like the moth or butterfly and wanted what he could never have?
brewers baseball and things 
July 7, 2020 at 12:11 am
This page seems all green – can’t read it! 😦
July 7, 2020 at 6:34 am
It’s green on my end too. I don’t know what happened. Sorry about that. Hopefully, I can fix the problem.
July 7, 2020 at 6:38 am
I think I fixed it.
July 8, 2020 at 12:39 am
Yep.