I’ve made two trips to Hungary and both were fascinating, although in a couple of very different ways. The first time was in the mid-1980s when Hungary was still in the Russian sphere. We were traveling there by train, and had our first taste of a repressive society at the Austro-Hungarian border. Armed soldiers entered…
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 know, I’m talking baseball with another Boston Red Sox fan. It happens everywhere. I’ve been greeted (or done the greeting) all over the U.S. and,…
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 having brief conversations with several Red Sox fans along the way. The cap we all wear, dark blue with a distinctive red “B” with white…
Wear a Boston Red Sox cap or T-shirt almost anywhere — and I mean literally anywhere in the world — and you will get a nod or a grin or a handshake or even a spontaneous conversation from others who share the same passion for that baseball team. I have long since stopped being surprised…