Batter Up – Heading Home
That was the most memorable summer of my life, no doubt about it. No, the most memorable first few weeks of summer to be precise. So many events came together, so many events stood apart that taken together, I repeat, it was a month, few weeks even, that I will never forget. Do you know those famous, historic events that folks ask “where were you when…”? And you can remember what you were doing when you heard the news? Well, extend that for three to four weeks; I can remember almost every day of that time. And many of the nights, as I’ll explain. First, my sixteenth birthday was coming quickly. Mom had asked what I wanted as a gift and did I want a big party. The decisions were fairly easy; I only wanted …