by mark | Dec 16, 2004 | Uncategorized
“Excuse me, sir? Could you help us?’ I looked up from a chicken biscuit, Coca-Cola, my Bible, and journal to meet the gaze of a determined man. He was bundled up for a blizzard. His boots, pants, jacket, and sock hat were all worse for wear—like they’d...
by mark | Jun 14, 2003 | Personal
My dad was my hero, and I’ve missed him every single day of the 23 years since he got called up to “The Show” by God Himself. I wrote this reflection in 2003, just a few weeks before he passed away. Baseball is a gentleman’s game played in bursts of heart-stopping...
