Curious how one thing leads to another.
The other day a friend sent me a link to an article by NY Times writer Michael Winerip, When Stars Were Just a Stamp Away.
Knowing that I love both baseball and good writing, HS sent along this article as he does others routinely. I loved it.
I’d never heard of Michael Winerip (how come?) and initially thought the article was simply another example of the wonderful intersections of good writing about baseball, family, and life.
But as I reread the article and the comments on the article (tipped off again by HS), I found myself curious about the author and began thinking about what he wrote at the end of the article, about why he and his father (and maybe his son?) write:
“I think that’s why my father wrote, and why I write, and the reason maybe my son will. We hope to create something more than what we are, something that might endure, even though in the end, it may just be a clever one-liner.”
