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My father Askia Muhammad died a few months ago and it’s been hard to figure out what to say here about it. We weren’t always close. We were close in our own way. I loved him dearly. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise – I’ll see you here again next week. That was my father’s […]
Or, a true story of how I got the Red Sox a W in the Spring of 1991. A wealthy benefactor once bought my entire eighth grade tickets to a Red Sox game. I told my friend Greg that we should start the Wave. And at first it was just the two of us standing […]