Frankie and I were Sox fans.
In the confines of Kennedy Park, if you were with a group of Condors (yes
that is what we called ourselves), anyone could call out “Sox/Cub Fight” and
all would have to explode on each other with a fist to the ribs, depending on
your affiliation. Always weary, just maybe the few Cub fans would bait you into
a trap; call “Cub/Sox Fight”.
“Leave the baseball bat, take the quart of Blatz.”…
… But above all we were baseball fans, as I repeat myself,
Sox fans not Cub fans.
Frankie’s family, uncles and aunts, and my parents' family were
intertwined on so many levels. My dad
took his mother to the Senior Prom. My
mother was best friends’ with his aunt.
My uncle and his uncle were Business Agents in the union together. Why didn’t I marry Colleen, Frankie’s cousin,
that day as 14 yr. olds romping in the sands and climbing the rocks on Calumet
Beach, I’ll never know. Ahhh… Later, she
helped me out in many ways. The whole family has been helpful in my life.
Part 3... soon
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