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Daydream Believer

It was almost lunchtime in Denver, so it was after noon in New York; I never could get it straight what the time difference was from one place to another. I wondered if it was like ten minutes later on the other side of town, then wondered who thought up stuff like time zones. How come it wasn’t just the same time everywhere?

The sun was warm on my back, and I was standing on the sidewalk watching the Yankees and Red Socks play baseball some 2000 miles away on a small black and white TV. I couldn’t hear the announcers; either the sound was turned down, or the hardware store’s plate glass window was too thick. I figured it was just as well though. I’d heard Dad telling Mom that they might fire Dizzy Dean for using bad grammar; something about kids like me hearing him say words wrong and copying him. Whatever.

moose skowronI was about to turn away from the TV when something strange happened; Yastrzemski Popped one straight up about halfway down the first base line. Moose Skowron and Yogi Berra were about to collide, both trying to make the play, when a woman ran past them heading toward first base. She didn’t have any clothes on.

Yaz stopped halfway to first–just past Yogi and Moose–and stood dumbfounded as she ran by him. Moose walked over to Yaz and said something, then they both appeared to laugh. Yogi was in hot pursuit of the naked lady. Me… I was wondering why the woman wasn’t wearing clothes. The ball had bunced off Yogi’s mitt and landed in fair play, so while everyone else was watching Yogi chase the naked lady, Yaz grinned and trotted to first.

Right about then, a commotion down the sidewalk to my right caused me to turn in that direction, and I watched as Saturday morning shoppers parted on the sidewalk, some of them shouting, others laughing and even some whistling. My eyes about came out of my head when the woman came through the parted crowd. She was naked as a jaybird, grinning like a tomcat, and gorgeous! Of course, to a thirteen-year-old boy, any naked woman is gorgeous.

As she got closer to me, she pointed at me then waved. I was so focused on other things, I barely saw her hand move, but when I did, I raised my hand to return the wave. I nearly got whiplash when she grabbed my wrist and pulled me along behind her, continuing down the crowded sidewalk, dragging me along with her. The shouts, whistles and laughter got louder, and then began to fade until the world around us was silent. Then… suddenly… she was gone.

From down the hall, Mom yelled, “Jimmy! Lunch is ready!”


I rolled off my bed, and as I walked toward the hallway, I reached to turn off the TV. My hand froze halfway to the knob when the announcer shouted, “Yaz pops one up down the first base line!”

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Where Dreams Were Dreamed

It’s not baseball season yet, but spring training is right around the corner, and I know you die-hard baseball fans are ready. So! Maybe I can get away with posting two poems on the same day (a Sunday to boot). If not, well, we’ll just call it a wild pitch! Read the rest of this entry »

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Pee Wee And Dizzy

In my story, We Saw It All, Mom, I talked about my mom working at Mildred’s Café in Buckeye, Arizona when we were kids. Mildred’s was a great little café, and it was the place everybody gathered for breakfast and lunch to shoot the breeze about what was going on in the little dessert farming town.

It was also the place where former baseball stars Pee Wee Reese and Dizzy Dean came for their meals when they were in the Buckeye Valley to hunt dove. Read the rest of this entry »

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