Grow old along with me

A butterfly in the garden of the FDR home Cooperstown would be just any other small town in New York if it wasn’t for the Baseball Hall of Fame. Our beloved Nationals have been having a rough year, especially the last week or so, with the trading of Murphy to the Cubs. But we still enjoyed the Baseball Hall of Fame and learning more about the giants in baseball’s history. The way baseball brought the country together through wars and racism reminds us of why we love to go to the ballgames. Even if we are sitting with those rooting for the opposition we respect each other and can genuinely sympathize when they lose. The legends like Babe Ruth, Hank Aaron, and Jackie Robinson still inspire awe in us. It is hard for us to understand why race was such a barrier in something like baseball but then I am sure we will someday look back at how race still creates barriers today and wonder how we cannot see that we are all brothers and sisters in God’s eyes. There is even

I Sang Back-up for Mahalia Jackson By Steve I love the way our days begin.   Sleep lifts naturally.   The morning light is soft, creeping in around blackout curtains.   We are in no rush.   We talk, enjoy being together and may even take a second sleep.   Most days, lingering in bed is decadence without consequence.   But on our first day in Cleveland we would regret being so slow to rise and commence our day.   Our leisurely pace had us arrive at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame a little past noon.   Five fast-hours later the building was closing, and we were politely asked to exit.   Five hours is nowhere near long enough to soak in the history, nostalgia, talent and fun to be found in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.   We would be back the next day. When I first considered visiting the RRHF I was worried that it would prove a bore.   Was it going to be a hundred guitars hanging on the wall?   Keith Richard’s signature on one of them wasn’t going to make it sp