Monday, April 28, 2014

Mom Throws a One-Hitter

In 1961, around this time of year, Mom and I had a wicked baseball game. She had an amazing right arm that threw nasty strikes at stationary and moving objects (you know, like incorrigible children). That day in Central Park, she stood near the bandshell and whipped the ball to me somewhere near Cleopatra's Needle... it was a hell of a game. She threw a one-hitter.

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