Everything for kids is organized these days. Whether it's school, family, church, sports. It's all organized.

When I was a young 'un, very few things were organized. In fact, most stuff was totally disorganized! And we liked it that way.

I've moved into a new phase in my life, a phase where people shorter than me (but not for long) don't call me Randy or Dad. They call me 'Grandpa'. It took me a while to get used to that, but now I've settled into it plum fine, thank you. After all, one has already graduated high school and four more will be before I know it.

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And some of them short people play or played baseball. Grandson Lane did. Grandson Bennet & Grandson Ayden still do. Granddaughter Kenna was a ballplayer once upon a time. Heck, even me and Granddaughter Hailey tossed the 'ol ball back and forth. She'd catch it all the time, and I would once in a while.

I told one of those Grand Young 'uns once that we used to play 'work up' when I was a kid. The look in their eyes was similar to that famous 'deer in the headlights. And if I recall, the response was...' Huh?'.

Turns out 'work up' is a lost art, back in the dusty corner, up in the attic of memories. It's setting over there with the 8-track tape player, the rotary phone, and the VCR.

So I explained: On a hot July Sunday afternoon, I'd ride my bike the mile or so into Leota, population about 200 or so. That little community had a mighty fine ball field, the one where the town team played and where we played little league baseball (see, there was a little bit of organization even back in the old days). But on a Sunday afternoon, it was quiet. The old people (old, of course, being anyone over 30) were napping. And sure enough, there would be four or five or six of us that would just...show up...at the ball field. And we'd play 'work up'.

In a nutshell, here's how it worked: 1 batter, 1 pitcher, and depending on how many of us showed up, maybe 1 shortstop, 1 outfielder, a first baseman, and 1 'rover' (he just play wherever the spirit moved him). The batter would keep batting until he got out. Then he'd move to the outfield, the outfielder would move to shortstop, the shortstop to the rover, the rover to first, first to the pitcher, and the pitcher would bat.

Sound complicated? Well, nope. It wasn't.

You'd just 'work up' to the batter.

After this explanation, and an explanation I thought was quite brilliant, my Grand Young 'un looked up at his bald-headed wrinkled Granddad. There was a question:

'Where was the coach, Grandpa'?

I just smiled. 'What say, let's go play a little catch'.

Disorganized. That's what we were. Disorganized.

And we loved every minute of it.

Randy's Minnesota Memories

Randy McDaniel grew up on a small farm near Leota, Minnesota during the classic baby-boomer years of the 1960s and 1970s. These are his stories of growing up in the idyllic world of southwest Minnesota.

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If you were born last century...you know, in the nineteen hundreds (ugh)...you may have spent a summer evening in the car watching movies. I don't mean on your phone, I mean at the drive-in movie theater!

If you were in Sioux Falls in the 1970s and '80's you may remember seeing Jaws and Indiana Jones at The East Park or the Starlite Drive-In. Both drive-ins opened just after World War 2. The East Park didn't make it out of the '70s, closing in 1978. The Starlite survived long enough to see the birth of home video, closing in 1985.

Drive-in movies had a bit of a resurgence during the pandemic. They were a way to go out and do something social without getting out of your car.

If you tried one during that time, or you remember the fun of a warm summer evening watching movies on that giant screen there are still places in South Dakota and around Sioux Falls you can do it.

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