“Make sure you stay hydrated,” Walt said through the metal diamonds.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” our son said.

Walt passed the plastic bottles through the gap by the gate.

He patted the top of the fence, then turned and climbed the bleacher steps.

He walked right past the open seats by the walkway and kept climbing.

He stopped exactly two rows behind us and sat down.

“Wind’s blowing straight in from center field today,” Walt said.

He said it as if it were an absolute, undisputed fact.