Good morning everyone:
We start off this week with an incredible find. A few weeks back, I wrote about the death of my father where I related how he took me to my first baseball game in 1972, a twi-night doubleheader (they don't play those any more) pitting the Pittsburgh Pirates against the Atlanta Braves. Last week, my sister stunned me when she notified me that she found the ticket stubs to that doubleheader while she was cleaning out my dad's desk. My father held onto those ticket stubs for more than 50 years and four cross . . .
SSJ
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