If
I can remember that night 20 years ago yesterday, we were driving home from
some sort of family event, and I stopped for gas. The radio was on loud enough for me to hear
while standing at the pump. How those
Orioles’ fans cheered as their Cal Ripken played in his 2,131st
consecutive game, to break Lou Gehrig’s record.
Clare, 2-1/2 months shy of four, was strapped into her child’s seat in
the back. She heard the radio, too, I’m
sure.
A week or two later,
we took a walk to the Avenue Drug Store on Oak Park Avenue, not far from our
house. My little girl insisted that I
buy her the wiffle-ball and plastic-bat set.
She was hitting line drives at my head within the hour.
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