Growing up across from a ball diamond, in a middle class home with a brother and two parents that loved their boys more than they loved each other. Realized that all I ever needed was ball, a glove and a cadre of friends.
I was nerd, but I could hit. I made friends, but I could field. Perhaps a Jewish Richie Cunningham (With a sense of Humor)?
Then life happened. Go figure. Still, through marriage, children, divorce, deaths, recovery and true love. I not only survived --- But I thrived!
These tales weave together a lifetime of heartfelt memories that climb to but one that true happiness can’t be bought. It comes from within.
This is my story about the friends, family and wondrous bounces that gifted my journey.