He hit it harder than any other ball he ever hit in his whole life.
And he made a home run, and his team won the state championship.
The greatest thing about this story is that every time my dad tells it, it never changes. He’s not one to exaggerate.
I think about all this sometimes when I’m watching a football game with Patrick and Sam.
I look at the field, and I think about the boy who just made the touchdown.
I think that these are the glory days for that boy, and this moment will just be another story someday
because all the people who make touchdowns and home runs will become somebody’s dad.
And when his children look at his yearbook photograph, they will think that their dad was rugged and handsome and looked a lot happier than they are.
I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me. Love always, Charlie.
November 18, 1991. Dear friend, My brother finally called yesterday,
and he can’t make it home for any part of Thanksgiving weekend because he is behind on school because of football.
My mom was so upset that she took me shopping for new clothes.
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