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We love baseball, so sometimes my husband and I find ourselves at games where our son isn't playing, as was the case recently at Stockdale High School.
Always wearing my editor's cap, I left our spot along the right field fence in the 7th inning to get photos of the winning Mustangs. My son, Jarret, followed me, and we stood close enough to get the victorious Mustangs celebrating after the last out.
I got busy talking and taking photos, so I never made it back to our little campsite. Before long, my husband made his way through the throng of happy spectators and found us. He was carrying three chairs, a blanket, an empty Starbucks cup... and my purse.
My purse shouldn't be considered a woman's handbag. Its size and contents easily classify it as more of a piece of luggage—one too heavy for a carry-on. It's a regular bag of tricks: At a photo shoot at work, the photographer needed a prop and asked anyone if they had a deck of cards. Yeah, right! ...
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