My wife and I enjoy reading your comments. We both remember those days and relate rather well to them.
That poem and others that I found were in letters that I would write my Mrs. when I was away on the road for extended periods of time. Long distance phone calls would have been nice but out of the question because they were just too expensive.
I have about 18 years worth piled up somewhere in suitcases - attic, basement, and elsewhere. I've got some pictures dated in the 70's,80's and early 90's of some refurbished ballparks that I use to call home, and some I use to be with the visiting team.
One of my favorites was Wahconah Park in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. A bandbox if there ever was one, not much on the amenities, but then is was what it was and nothing more. A club I was with played there one night and some of the guys shared glances back and forth with some girls from a private college prep school called Miss Holly's School for Girls or something like that. Doesn't one of the guys get a baseball from one of the girls and returns it with a special note on it. Unfortunately, the ball go sidetracked to a kid in a section near the young lady - well, Pittsfield's finest gave us a visit pronto. The kid's mother was not amused. Our staff was a little concerned also - that guy was holding the highest batting average for our club, up to that point, at 180, and spending the night in a Pittsfield calaboose was the last thing we needed.
Great story on Vic Raschi. By the way, if anyone ever wondered why sales of Pepto-Bismol went off the charts from March to October, guys like Vic Raschi probably pushed his pitching coach in that direction. Again, great story Zita.