Message | Thurm, You were and still are, my hero. I was raised in Syr NY, in a family of 9 bro and sis...all yanks (but one red speck). I remember being you when we played ball at the park. That day my father woke my brohter and I before delivering papers...I just froze. I couldnt watch the Yanks anymore. It was empty. I have yet to see any catcher in the league take a hit, give a hit, and jogg of like it was FUN! "Ya gotta have fun". Rookie of the Year 1970, MVPs, World Series, and taken much to early from us. I watched a video recently and cried, like I was 9. A flood of emotion rushed through me, and I froze, again. This is what the HALL is FOR. Remembering, experiencing. I worked in Ohio years later. I was an Air Traffic COntroller (ironic for me) and controlled at Bolton Airfield. I could not, as of 2000, go to that place. Some day, maybe. I cant do it Thurm.
Thurman could
Forever our Captain Always my Hero Patrick Swift Jude Read |