Hello Old & New friends,
As you know, last night was the Mudbowl. It was a great night. Lots of wonderful old friends. some new friendships were made last night, as well. I brought my son with me. concerned that he may get bored listening to a bunch of "old" people talking about 100 yrs ago. He informed me, he now understands why the old neighborhood means so much to me and his Godmother Susan Sica.Some of us recalled how the Stratton Park Little leaque had their traditional parade, the Sunday after Easter, every year. For some people it was a thrill. Others told wonderful old stories, that could make you laugh & cry at the same time. Even til today, there is ghosts & fond memories there. I am wishing that some of you, who are reading this will share a memory from last night, too. Not just my co-writers, Jo & Les.
Then when Harry Kelly informed us of a sad story about a homeless guy who has been living in the train station for many year. Then to find out , he is the Uncle of Jack & Bobby Stack. Who thought their uncle was dead all these years. So now Jack & Bobby are going to go find him, with the help of Harry Kelly. We all know of that homeless man with the "golden voice" that been on U-Tube & all over the news. How his instant success sent him into rehab. But who knows where this journey will take the Stack Brothers & their uncle. It's all up to them. But once again it reminds me how important, keeping in touch with the "old neighbrohood", really is. Why I am still to this day proud to say where I grew up. Learned about life & Love. But mostly what the word "Home" means. Like so many of you, reading this. Stratton Park, will always be our home. No matter where we or how we live today.