Emerald Dreams
I remember
as a kid
that my mother gave my copy of Frank Waldman's "Bonus Pitcher" to the book fair
I had to buy it back for a quarter
The book told the tale
of how a "bonus baby" won the respect
of those who resented him at first
Also, it told the tale
of the Boston Red sox
defeating the Brooklyn Dodgers in the World series
I have re - read the book during dark times in my life
Baseball defines America
Our national pastime is also enshrined in the movie
"Field of Dreams"
As for myself - I only played catcher in the Little League for a short while and
cried when the Mets lost (as they usually did in their early years)
I have heard stories of NY ballplayers from years ago
and they still
reverberate in my mind
Older now - the best I can do now would be to whack some softballs from a
batting cage machine
Time wears us all down
The baseball diamond still shines green in our mind's eye!
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