In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.
The last couple of practices, all we've been doing is a lot of defensive things. We've been going over some drills that make all of us have to communicate.
My father died when I was 4 years old, so I can't really say anything about his hearing.

