“A watched pot never boils.”
— Bessie Walton
My grandma would not be happy with me. I’ve been puzzled and peeved over the lack of replies in my mailbox in June. Why? Why me? What’s wrong with me?
She’d say, “Who knows? Do something. Do something more.”
Some team is bound to face a June swoon. This is my time.
The only answer is to write and mail more letters. I’ll never hit with the bat on my shoulder.
Grandma Walton would want it that way.