Heroes Don't Need To Talk

I Can Still Put Down Some Pretty Nasty Stuff On Paper, Which Is What I Enjoy Doing.

1946, If My Memory Is Correct. Harry "the Cat" Brecheen Went Against The Red Sox In Game 7. I Stayed Home To Listen, Practically Had My Head Inside The Radio.

My Intuition Told Me That It Was The Grass That Was Important.now It Glows Parrot-green, Cool As Mint, Soft As Moss, Lying There Like A Cashmere Blanket.

Discovered W. Somerset Maugham In About 5th Grade. Didn't Understand The Plots, But Loved The Descriptions.

Baseball Games Are Like Snowflakes And Fingerprints, No Two Are Ever Alike.