When peo­ple start to go solo

Re “The case for bowl­ing alone,” Opin­ion, May 31

Los Angeles Times - - OPINION -

It’s an in­ter­est­ing di­chotomy be­cause the peo­ple sur­veyed by Re­becca K. Rat­ner and Re­becca W. Hamil­ton would rather avoid solo fun, yet many in­ter­act anony­mously through so­cial me­dia.

Peo­ple to­day — mostly a younger gen­er­a­tion — do their so­cial­iz­ing us­ing tech­nol­ogy, even when in the phys­i­cal com­pany of ac­quain­tances. So­cial con­nec­tions are be­com­ing more and more ephemeral be­cause there’s a lack of phys­i­cal in­ter­ac­tion, which en­cour­ages a more pro­found re­la­tion­ship.

I’ve seen it nu­mer­ous times in restau­rants, where cou­ples or fam­i­lies are sit­ting at a ta­ble, each in­di­vid­u­ally en­gaged with their smartphones.

There­fore, if we en­cour­age more soli­tary ven­tures, this might lead to more an­ti­so­cial be­hav­ior or to a com­plete de­tach­ment from so­ci­ety, a di­rec­tion it seems we’re head­ing due to our in­fat­u­a­tion with tech­nol­ogy.

Giuseppe Mirelli

Los An­ge­les

Rat­ner and Hamil­ton are right: Who­ever thought that go­ing solo could be so much fun?

For the first 20 years of my life, my pas­sion was play­ing base­ball. Then life got in the way.

Then, through a unique set of cir­cum­stances, I found my­self in­side a base­ball bat­ting cage at the age of 78. I cel­e­brated my 80th birth­day by hit­ting balls at 80 miles per hour. My goal was to just get a piece of the ball. And when I hit the ball on the sweet spot of the bat, it was cathar­tic.

A few months ago I de­cided I’m not wait­ing un­til I reach 90 years old be­fore I hit balls at 90 mph.

So, once a week, I take my three to­kens to the bat­ting cage and swing for the fences. As long as I can keep my eye on the ball, I’m guar­an­teed to hit a few home runs.

It doesn’t get any bet­ter than that.

Benny Wasser­man

La Palma

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