I ran across this today and had a humbling moment. When I was 19, Billy Martin sat beside me on flight from Los Angeles to Phoenix. We had a nice conversation about books and my grandmother's love for the Oakland As. He gave me these, making sure I realized he wrote me a note on the back of his deposit slip. I read the note. I was appalled. He was older than my dad and I thought my dad was really really old...after all, I was born when he was 33. God has a way of humbling me. Not only was I forty-two when Matthew was born. I think I am now the age he was when he hit on me. I am officially a relic.
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