Here I am, trapped in a house. You, too? My house is everything to me now – workplace, coffee shop, theater, restaurant, library, Yoga studio. Everything.
It’s not perfect. It needs a paint job. But, it’s doing its best to keep me and Editor/Husband in and coronavirus out.
I am grateful for this house. I love it. Really, I do. But, I can’t wait to get out of it.
Being in this house is the whole of my world right now.
So, maybe it’s not so odd to rediscover the story of another house and the effort to keep someone out of it.
It’s not an unknown story. You probably know it. But, this story of Willie Mays and his house is a reminder of how far we’ve come … and how not far we’ve come at all.
Toward the end of the 1957 season, the New York Giants and Brooklyn Dodgers formally announced that both teams would move to California in 1958.
The Giants last game at the Polo Grounds.
As soon as the season wrapped, Giants players began packing themselves up, looking for new homes in San Francisco.Embed from Getty Images
Willie Mays – by 1957, one of baseball’s biggest superstars – was one of them. Continue reading