I have completed an annual ritual. It took a bit longer than I expected. But it is now done.
13 October is always a significant day for me. Lots of memories.
63 years ago on October 13, my father took me out of school on Neville Island for the day. We travelled 11 miles or so to Forbes Field in Pittsburgh to see Game 7 of the 1960 World Series, to see history. Heavy underdogs, the Pittsburgh Pirates beat the New York Yankees when Bill Mazeroski hit a home run in the bottom of the 9th inning. Memories of my father and of the day remain clear. But time has blurred the source, particularly in regard to the game. Some of it, I believe I still remember on my own; some is from remembering each year; some I remember from reading, seeing photos, and watching clips on TV (see below), and some is from watching the full game for the last eleven years through the magic of film transferred to DVD.
This year the viewing took place over three days.
The Pirates still won.
Along the Graybeard Trail 