A Cup Of Coffee With The Cardinals

A Cup of Coffee with the Cardinalsthe big scene came the day before I was to leave: it floated up there like a hanging curve ball--the kind a batter just can't resistIt's winter now and a long way from baseball. And I'm 41 and it all happened ten years ago, so, in a sense, it really doesn't make much difference. Dad's dead now, died seven years ago. Notice how I say "Dad," that familiar, intimate term. It brings to mind one of those scenes from a sentimental movie where the white-haire...