As baseball season approaches, a guest writer (my late father) recalls the stickball games of his 1930s childhood.
"Outs were agreed upon in a gentlemanly way. There were few arguments." I could have been, would have been friends with your dad. It's hard to find gentle men anymore.
He was a very gentle and reserved and wise man, but somehow extremely expressive nonetheless.
"Outs were agreed upon in a gentlemanly way. There were few arguments." I could have been, would have been friends with your dad. It's hard to find gentle men anymore.
He was a very gentle and reserved and wise man, but somehow extremely expressive nonetheless.