CoronaVille Week Two: RIP Al Kaline

This week it got much worse, now the total number of dead is over 17,000 in USA. Surreal is the word that comes to mind. Our lives are very different now. No one knows when this will end. I am watching old baseball games, Netflix and TCM old movies. My worst of the week was the death of my boyhood hero, the great Detroit Tiger number 6, Al Kaline. My Dad taught me to love baseball but Al Kaline taught me how it is supposed to be played. I still recall vividly my anguish in May 1962 the day Kaline broke his collarbone on a game-saving catch off the Yankees Elston Howard. My 12 year old heart was shattered all that summer followed in October by the CubanMissle Crisis when JFK explained to us how the Soviets must be forced to remove their missles from Cuba. Little did I realize then that the Russians were not really targeting my home outside Toledo. All these years later, that memory of JFK clashes harshly with the current daily cackling of Trump the Fraudster. This guy makes being patriotic seem hideous and that is a shame...this too shall pass.