Category Archives: Memories

Summer 1972: It felt right to settle into the catching position, as though that was where the baseball diamond wanted me. More than a year before, of necessity, I was called upon to catch while playing a college baseball game. … Continue reading →

To Boston Red Sox and New York Yankees faithful I am an unrepentant apostate because I want both teams to flourish. My first love was the Yankees, for which I had no choice since it was for all intents and … Continue reading →

I couldn’t get close to the same spot today. The wait was interminable, and several times I was certain he had slipped past me. Finally, he walked out of the clubhouse, two shoe boxes under his arm, and dropped them into the limousine’s open … Continue reading →

I jumped from our low porch and told my grandfather to move away. Previous red wasp encounters had ended badly for me, so I wanted no part of the cranky red-winged family living alongside the two who had flown from directly underneath where I had been sitting a couple of breaths … Continue reading →