Looking through a backed-up pile of mail today, I came across a postcard for BARDBALL. “So,” thinks I, “did one of the promo cards I mailed out come back for some reason? Does the Post Office even bother sending back postcards? What’s going on? What’s that ringing in my ears? Whatever happened to John Goodman?” Etc etc.
Then I turned the card over and saw the message, written in a hand so steady and consistent that the script looked like it was a computer typeface: “Thanks, James, for note. I appreciate your support–Enjoyed your verse. Ernie Harwell.”
Ah ah ah…what? Ernie Harwell actually took the time to answer me about BARDBALL? He read my letter and actually saw the site? Whoo-HOOOOO!
I say again, How’s that for cool? A Hall-of-Fame broadcaster read our poetry site, and sent me back a note about it. Man, that one’s going in the scrapbook. And I had just finished listening to a big audiobook of his career highlights on the drive back to Chicago, which had his reminiscences of Joe DiMaggio and Al Kaline and Denny McLain and growing up during the depression. I don’t have much more to say, except, How’s that for cool?
And if you want evidence, glom your peepers on this scrip, gee:
Top THAT one, Stu!
How could I top that?!? That’s fantastic.
FANTASTIC… way to go…
S