If she were still alive, my mother would be thrilled. She was a Red Sox fan, as was her mother. Both were long-suffering; I doubt ever experience a World Series win. I do not understand their interest, because we never discussed baseball. Perhaps, listening to the games on the radio killed time.
I remember falling asleep to radio broadcasts as a young child. My father took me to Fenway Park once or twice. I lost interest in baseball, once I became active in hockey, which proved the plodding nature of former. One sport has penalties, the other “errors”.There’s no such thing as a “walk” in hockey or anything similar, which tells you something...
What I shared with my mother was devotion to a Boston team that lost more than they won. This could be labeled loyalty or stupidity. My mother was not stupid...
Today is Mother’s Day in Germany. All restaurants are full, and florists have enjoyed a spike in sales. Prices have been raised accordingly.
My daughter brought flowers and a gift; Number One Son did not notice, thus did not call. Both ignored Father’s Day, which was last week. Of course, they have ignored Father’s Day for as long as they have walked the Earth, so I was not surprised or upset. I am ignored on other days, so why should Father’s Day be any different?
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.