giving rise to action; staying fit and sane through running
(25 Weeks)
It was a warm July day in the Bronx, and I stood outside Yankee Stadium with my Dad. Since he and I started going to Yankees games in the mid 70s, I insisted we arrive at the stadium many hours before the first pitch. First so I could wait outside and watch the players arrive and then to stand down by the dugout for the entire two hours of batting practice because the players were often kind enough to come over to say hello and sign autographs. My father was accommodating.
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Another trip around the sun concluded for me this week. And that’s not even the biggest event for us this May, a month which we are barely halfway through!
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On November 19, 1949 – 70 years ago today – my parents were married. While the marriage ended with my father’s death a month shy of their 57th Anniversary, it didn’t for my mother. Reunited six years later, they will always – at least in my mind – be married beyond a vow that only called for “till death do us part.” They set the bar for me on what the ideal marriage should be. They set it pretty high. Read more