I'm reading a book on 1968 which, while it touches on all historical events of that year, concentrates on the 1968 baseball season and World Series. As an 8 year thoroughly delighted at the Detroit Tigers' World Championship that year I find myself amazed as a 58 year old that it's been 50 years since it happened. I feel more and more all the time how the old timers must have felt as they aged. It is bittersweet in a way, but damn some of the memories themselves simply do not grow old.
Ah, well, maybe that's all the warblings I've got for today. I'll try harder tomorrow, honest!
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