A Favorite Number

A couple of days ago I talked about my first baseball game that I went to. At that game I bumped into Carlton Fisk who then became my favorite player. He was pretty old by baseball standards, but I was still able to watch him play for nine more years. His number with the Sox was 72, but of course with Boston it was 27. The number 27 seems to come up a lot in my life. It is kind of funny how that works. Of course I was born on the 28th. I am not the most patient person in the world. Why couldn’t I have been a bit more impatient and come out a day earlier?

50 For 50

This is going to be a crazy theme. For the next fifty days I plan on posting a photo of a place that has some meaning to me. Last August I came up with a theme for a week showing some Purdue memories. At the end of this fifty days I will turn fifty. I thought that it would be fun to take a look back at some places that bring back memories for me. This can’t be an all inclusive list, but one that I hope will be fun for you as well as me.