Post Classicism

The beginning of baseball season used to be marked for me by attending Red Sox opening day. After thirty consecutive (1976-2005) I hung up my streak and went on to other things. Seeing the World Series banner hosted and all of the attendant hoopla marked the end of an era in my life. "Let the good times roll" had changed into "let the pink hats roll." I let Carrol Hardy pinch hit for me in years after that. Any one that knows me is aware that there are three things I don't stop talking about; myself, Ernest Withers and the Rickwood Classic. This photo was taken with my cell phone, the quality if which, at least for a small postage size image on the web, surprises the tar out of me......

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