These are the further adventures of a father, husband, baseball writer, devoted newspaperman, wannabe polemicist, lapsed cartoonist, and failed costumed vigilante. I’m not above using my son for material because he is a Comstock Lode of good copy. I failed in my attempt reclaim a spot as a world record-setting second baseman. Played too much third base. I haven’t found a pub in the world that I couldn’t call home. Just your average friendly neighborhood word-slinger who is trying to find a way to write better.


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