I didn't have a dad to lead me to the game. I found it for myself. On the radio. After school. Up in my room, I followed the voices. Not knowing too much about the teams or the rules. I just picked it all up over time. From the stories, the games, the wins and the losses.
Hank Greenberg was the hero.
Today, I'm going to put on my Tigers cap. Just to remember that magical time.
Then, I'll spend the season rooting for my lowly White Sox. I can't help it. I'm a fan.
There's another location downtown that I remember fondly amidst the excitement.
I was a low level staff member on Adlai Stevenson's second campaign. Our headquarters were located at the old 69 West Washington building. My job took place in a closed off room which I was told housed atomic secrets during World War II.
What I, and my colleague MaryAnn, was doing was secret too. We operated a little machine holding an ink pen which replicated Stevenson's signature. We applied the signature to letters to important people. The letters looked like they were "signed by hand."
So many secrets. Everywhere.
I chuckle imagining if Trump had been stuck at the local level. Political operatives and lawyers have made whole careers out of keeping people on and off the ballot here. It's a time honored sport in which those operatives play on either side.
Aside from keeping us from some statewide fun, I believe the Supremes were very shortsighted. If Trump regains the Presidency and the Court then makes a ruling he doesn't like, do you think he will "obey the law"? The Supreme Court has no enforcement power. They could be in for a big "No thank you."
These ideas exist in a sea of other ideas. Is our life decided by karma? God's plan? A higher power? Randomness?
Of these choices, I''ll acknowledge randomness. Every choice we make can be interrupted without notice. The effort remains worthwhile.
