by Peter Freyne
Yes, it’s a scary world.
And I’m not just talking about war, fire, hurricane, drought and the melting of the Arctic ice cap.
I’m talking about the Boston Red Sox sitting one game away from winning the World Series. Ah, modern pro baseball! Millionaires on steroids!
In the old days, they just used to drink alcoholic beverages.
Born and raised a Yankee fan was I. Dad may have been the Kilkenny farm boy who joined the IRA in 1920, but mom was raised in the Bronx, daughter of the Galway girl who survived the San Francisco Earthquake of 1906 and the butcher from Tipperary who keeled over from a heart attack when she was still a kid.
Agnes Cummings grew up on Clinton Place, a dear and devoted Yankee fan and close friend of Yankee relief pitcher "Fireman" Johnny Murphy’s sister. That meant tickets to the games and socializing with the Yankee players. We’re talking mid-to-late 1930s and early 1940s.
Ah, sure they're all gone now, and you and I will join them one day, but the here and now is all we've got.
Happy to say I looked like I needed a haircut the other day. It’s growing back. Couple tests on Hospital Hill this week, but the chemo treatments look like they did the trick.
And also happy to say that Jessica Sidway introduced herself the other day down at Speeder & Earl’s and suggested she’d be the perfect one to do it.
The full treatment including a shampooing. Haven’t had one of these in.....ages?
Gentlemen’s Top Option. Down on the Burlington Waterfront. Upscale price-wise, but worth it.
Life’s short, eh?
And Jessica was great company.