Some (Not All) Of The Best Of My Times
Being the baseball fanatic I am, I have many great memories of annual Sunday Yankees/Indians doubleheaders Dad took brother Lou and me to as kids. There we got to see some of our favorite childhood Cleveland players we cheered for in the 1960s. A ride that takes just a little over two hours to make today seemed like it took six hours to make then, but it was always worth the time it felt like to get there. Lucky for us though, we had professional baseball 10 blocks from our Bowen Street home where I grew up. I've been lucky to have watched future Hall of Famers, World Series MVPs, ...