Sunday, October 30, 2016

Swing Away, Gerry

Now that Gerry’s gone,
there’s a big hole in the road.
Gentle. Gruff. Private. Giving. Gerry went down the road for the last time Saturday.
He knew more about baseball than anyone I’ve known:
records, stats, ERAs, homerun hitters, the Indians’ 1958 numbers.
So it’s no surprise that he beat cancer for four years.
He knew the odds.
Until a couple of weeks ago, when the odds caught up with him.
When I saw him yesterday, he grasped my hand and said, “Thank you, Ted.”
He didn’t know that the Cubs and Indians were tied up.
And he gave me his brand new Red Sox cap.
That’s when I knew he was going.
Gerry died overnight, not knowing how the World Series
or the presidential election would turn out.
And he headed down the road.
Swing away, Gerry.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Cool Doggy

This guy was outside the Humboldt Senior Resource Center a couple of weeks ago. He is “Trainwreck,” although his human, a homeless guy in a wheelchair, wouldn’t tell me the back story, or why the dog was wearing shades.


Andi “Shorty” Resendez, 81, is part of the Alzheimer’s program at Humboldt Senior Resource Center, and was my contribution to a photo show documenting “The Longest Day” — Summer Solstice 2016.