Playing with Fire

You reach a certain age, and the past becomes a potential problem. A person can confuse then with now, never a good thing. So, best to tread lightly in yesteryear. That said, I’m treading, in the form of a family tree that looks for all the world to consist of White Sox team autographed balls. The idea is to get balls from the year my parents married (1939) and my in-laws (1953); the year of my birth (1952) and my wife’s (which I won’t divulge here); Clare’s (1991); Chris’s (1990); the grandchildren and so on. Along those lines, I just got a ball with autographs that include Chico Carrasquel and Virgil Trucks; if you gotta ask, you don’t the Sox past. At some point, I want to include balls from the years my sisters Barb and Betty were born, 1942 and ’46, respectively. Hello, Mike Tresh and Dairo Lodigiani. Plus I have a sister-in-law and brother-in-law and….