Although I never had a chance to meet Babe Ruth, I did meet another home run king. One of my earliest baseball memories is walking up to Hank Aaron at a restaurant and asking him for an autograph.
“Can’t you see I’m eating my breakfast, kid?” the Aaron said. “Come back later.”
I did. Aaron, well fed and happy, gave me the autograph.
Since then, I’ve written for many newspapers and magazines, but Babe Ruth and the Baseball Curse is my first book for children.
I live 15 minutes from Fenway Park in Newton, Massachusetts with my wife Alice, my two sons, Steven and Scott, and a dog named Samantha.
Yup, that’s me–second from the left in the middle row. Long hair and no glasses!
This would have been around the time I asked Hank Aaron for his autograph.