For Dad On Father’s Day

My father loved the Red Sox. I didn’t always know that.

As I said in an earlier post, my father didn’t bring me to my first baseball game. My aunt did, and while I understand the reasons now, I have to admit that I didn’t for a long time.

Eight-year old me didn’t understand the economics of a four-child (soon to be five-child), one-income family, or the …