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Eleven years in this chair And he arrives The Home had given me No warning or heads up. He had lived in Buffalo After being put out to pasture By the League Farm Team hopeful For the Yankees. Third baseman with Hands everywhere in the pinch. Line drive snags thrilling crowds. But never called up. Something somewhat political Involving families. On a hot blooded Three game weekend With the Tigers He spied out my Sally. In a bus group. They made a run for A dingy wedding chapel in New York City. Had saved enough cash For a three night frolic At the Biltmore. And a few shows and shopping. Thereupon ended Sally for me Many dreams A lifelong friendship Since grade school. A singular zeal for baseball. But my eyes had not been good. He had been sort of A fifties style of Billy Sunday. Enjoying the compelling circuit Agile. Speaking out whatever He wished, and drinking too much. Sally lasted until 1963. (Year of JFK’s drive through Dallas). Took off with a dentist, I hear. For Cin...
Thanks to loved ones in Montreal. Mailer package received with delight.
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