Mrs. Brown You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter

As a military brat, the end of the school year always meant Little League Baseball. As an eleven years old boy in May of 1965, three things occupied me life. They were Boy Scouts, baseball, and a little garage band I had just joined. Spring and the start of the baseball season never failed to… Continue reading Mrs. Brown You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter

Mrs. Brown You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter

As a military brat, the end of the school year always meant Little League Baseball. As an eleven years old boy in May of 1965, three things occupied me life. They were Boy Scouts, baseball, and a little garage band I had just joined. Spring and the start of the baseball season never failed to… Continue reading Mrs. Brown You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter

It is Malignant

The sun will not rise for another hour. I am sitting in my favorite Starbucks in Plano, Texas. ┬áMy friend Jim is sitting at the table next to me. He is 72 years old and retired from IBM. He is a Oklahoma State University graduate. He was a pitcher on their baseball team in the… Continue reading It is Malignant