59,000 Raindrops

Alter­nate Title: Down on the Farm.

The Single-A farm in Greenville, South Car­olina. The Drive are affil­i­ated with the FRS and to show the love, last year they opened a new sta­dium with the same dimen­sions as Fen­way Park in Bean­town (includ­ing a 30′ high Green Mon­ster with man­ual scoreboard.

Because we are trav­el­ing we are eat­ing out. Break­fast with the MMC at the Sun­rise Grill in North Augusta. The joint we were sup­posed to meet at at 7:00 AM had changed their open­ing hour from seven to eight recently leav­ing us locked out in an empty park­ing lot. No wor­ries mate, we just moved the show a 1/4 mile up the street. Half a waf­fle and two eggs for her, west­ern omelette with home fries for me. I had a cup of joe and she had a hot chocolate.

Lunch at a Cracker Bar­rel in Greenville. I had the spicy grilled cat­fish sand­wich on sour­dough and Donna had a bowl of tor­tilla soup. One iced tea, one water to drink and guess who had what.

Din­ner at the ball­park. $5 a piece tip to the Maitre De got us in the door (AKA Gen­eral Admis­sion tick­ets.) Nachos for her, Ital­ian sausage for him. Diet DP for him, bot­tled water for her. We split an 8-pack of chicken nuggets a lit­tle later.

The game was sup­posed to start at 7:00 PM, but it was prob­a­bly still pour­ing down rain at that time. The rain did stop and the game started at 7:30. We entered the sta­dium at 6:00 when they opened the gates and after eat­ing and tak­ing shel­ter, by the time the game started we had had enough. From the way the skies looked we were sure it was going to rain some more any minute, so we left. See­ing as the rain show­ers were scat­tered we opted to drive around Greenville and take some of the PO pic­tures we were going to do tomor­row. Ended up doing all of them (that we could find.) There is one on the Fur­man cam­pus accord­ing to USPS.com, but we didn’t see it.

At the last one of the night, a CPU in an ACE Hard­ware store, the odome­ter read exactly 59,000 miles.