“Mudcat and Me”
The soundtrack to the summer nights of my childhood was the voices of retired Cleveland Indians pitchers Herb Score and my favorite – Jim “Mudcat” Grant, the tenor of whose voice was the definition of mellifluous (look it up). Mudcat accompanied Herb Score’s play-by-play with anecdotes and observations seasoned with a warmth and self-deprecating humor that was the icing on the cake of those summer nights.
Essay: “Tribute”
This morning, Mr. Joe Robertson and Elder William Reed came a calling from across the years. They’re both gone now. They didn’t know each other. The only thing they have in common is the color of their skin and their both having blessed me by receiving a younger me into the hospitality of their presence. Today their visages come to mind and I am grateful.