Wiffle Ball Afternoons

  “Hot fun in the summertime. That’s when I had most of my fun.” For me, the summer of ’76 stands out. I was 12. It was the bicentennial, my family went to the Montreal Olympics, and everyone cheered for Detroit pitcher Mark “The Bird” Fidrych, the happiest...

My Third Father’s Day

  Sunday marks my third father’s day. I had no idea what I was doing for the first two and, it seems, little more this time around. But the kid keeps growing anyway. I don’t care what anyone says. The first three months are hard. You’re not getting any sleep, and...