I was digging through the old shed at my parents' house, I found the baseball mitt that I used as a kid. Like a reflex, I remembered my father teaching me how to oil that glove so that it would always be ready for play. And when I put it on, it felt as if that glove had been waiting 25 years for me to come back home for a catch.
It makes me think of all the things that connect us, traditions that make us men and that give us a soul. This glove now had a soul and it was filled with the lessons a father teaches a son, the loyalty of brothers, the jokes best friends tell and all the hopes of a little kid...."
August 15, 2010