All this, and Mel Allen in the broadcast booth!
“Hey, getcha cold beer!” How many times did I hear that, growing up?
Daytime baseball, New York Yankee games brought to you by Ballantine Beer, brewed right here in New Jersey. And next door on the ballfield, the crack of the bat. I love that sound! Another memory: standing outside the fence, watching the batter–and discovering that he hits the ball before I hear the crack. Kind of a physic lesson.
It was great to be 12 years old in 1960!
Interesting as always. Here is a hymn suggestion in case you want one. Gaithers doing Come Holy Spirit I need thee
I’ll try to post that for you–hellzapoppin on this blog today, because of those stories from Australia.
That is quite a thing, and along with the latest Biden debacle.
A different world, back then.
And in many ways a better one. We know. We were there
We had no idea how fragile that set of circumstances was.