Baseball Begins

I know this pic is a bit strange but stick with me.
One of my earliest and fondest memories
of Joe when we were just "friends" is him in the little
grey house after work, the sun shining and the smell of fresh cut grass. He is sitting in an old beat up recliner chair, reading a book, smoking a cigarette and listening to baseball on the radio. When he sees my face he smiles like I have just made his whole day and in turn he has made mine.