It seems like an eternity since the end of the baseball road trip of a lifetime I took with my son TJ. It has only been a little over a month, but so much has transpired in that month. Since Hurricane Harvey hit I have been on the go constantly from very early to very late. But when it is time to relax, I just have to close my eyes and I’m sitting right behind the “Pesky Pole” in right field, me with a cool wind in my face beside my incredible son TJ at Fenway park. Shakespeare said it best in the play Henry V: when things got hectic and I needed to relax I could always conjure up that image “Like a flowing cup, freshly remembered.”
We left Cooperstown as soon as Pudge Rodriguez was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame. After my GPS Wilson took us through some gorgeous farm land and around a few Amish horse buggies, we found or way onto the Boston Turnpike. When we passed one of America’s favorite little towns, Stockbridge, I couldn’t help but remember a cooler time of year and a line from one of the best songs ever written: “Now the first of December, was covered with snow, and so was the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.” I just had to play “Sweet Baby James” by James Taylor.
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