I was born in the middle. My sister is five years older and my brother is four years younger. I am also the shortest with the thickest glasses. Sort of the runt of the family. I think because of this I have always tried harder, striving to get attention from either my parents, my siblings or just people in general. I am driven to matter, to be heard, to be understood. At my age, you would think those things wouldn't matter to me any more but, guess what, they still do.Tonight is date night so my husband and I are going downtown to attend a Nashville Predators game. I belong to our local chamber of commerce. (Former secretary, board member, chairperson -- can you imagine why?) Our chamber has arranged a block of tickets for the Nashville Predators ice hockey game. We are encouraged to ride the local commuter train into downtown Nashville for the game as a way to highlight this wonderful mode of transportation available in Hermitage and Donelson. So, I bought tickets for the game and the train. Problem is: train leaves too early for working folks (5:07) or next train arrives too late (7:30) to get there in time for the game (7:00). Bummer!
Crowds like the one tonight at the game are always a challenge for me because of my short stature. So, tonight I will be in the middle of the crowd, in the middle of the seats and in the middle of the action. (Preds lost 5 to 2 -- only action was one fight.)
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