He built me an adjustable tee from pipe fittings and a piece of radiator hose.
Uncle John and I played catch in his backyard. The games were Sunday-afternoon social events and the competition was intense. (Every town in our area had a team in the South Penn League. I was too young to have seen him play, but he had been a slugging outfielder for years on his town team. My love affair with baseball started when I was seven or eight, thanks to my Uncle John – I was his namesake – who owned the local hardware store. The Sporting News was my baseball lifeline, a virtual escape hatch to a world I yearned to inhabit. I had never travelled beyond a 25-mile radius from our house. We lived on a farm in southern Pennsylvania, a few miles from the Maryland border.
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