Sunday, July 11, 2010
So many memories;
My first Babe Ruth game, with dad standing near the bleachers, cheering for me. Our family trip to Texas, when he showed us and taught us so much about our nations history on the way. Listening to him play in the summer concerts with the Old Timers Band, Bill's and Sabres games, family cookouts. Rock hunting in area streams. Admiring everything about the man I called my pop. Love you Dad.
