There’s a certain infallible harbinger of Spring in New England that isn’t a groundhog or a robin. It’s a truck. Specifically, it’s a huge, half-a-block-long semi-trailer truck. It’s Truck Day...

Regulars here know that I have followed the Boston Red Sox since I was a kid. I saw my first Red Sox game at Fenway Park on May 25, 1946....

 Years ago, I had an interesting conversation with Bob Fontaine, a baseball lifer and general manager of the San Diego Padres at the time. We were watching 30 or 40...

If we’re lucky, there are one to two events that occur in our lives that cause us to pause and say to ourselves, “I’ve got to remember this moment”.  ...

This afternoon was the last of three of three baseball game I’ve seen here in Toronto and, I’m pleased to report, the Red Sox won two of the three. They...

Every April, I attend the NARP Spring Meeting in Washington, DC, and as soon as the dates are announced, I check the Red Sox schedule to see where they will...

There is angst in the City of Boston. Unless cooler heads and goodwill prevail, it’s possible that an iconic landmark will disappear. Not a building, not a statue, but revered...

In ten days, I’ll be off on another trip. My second stop will be in Boston and, of course, it will include two Red Sox games at Fenway Park.  ...

It happens all the time. Someone spots the distinctive “B”—it’s red, outlined in white—on my navy blue baseball cap and blurts out, “Hey! Go Sox!” And the next thing you...

Giving credit where it’s due, that’s my wife’s line … the “fleas” remark, that is. I was just back from my Trans-Siberian trip and had told her about seeing and...