Davis Pictures

Every once in a while the kids of our town play soccer against the other kids of our town who come from across the imaginary line that splits our village into often rivaling neighborhoods.

They go down to the beach and take off their clothes (except that now they have uniforms—otherwise they play naked or in their underwear).  And they play and argue for an hour and if they can decide on a winner, one team takes the cup home and sing all along the way and ask for money or treats. 

So they just showed up at my house.  (I was glad they had dressed first.)  Being an avid supporter of kids soccer (no matter what the state of dress) I gave them a pound of dates (the good stuff from Saudi.)