My dear friend, Julie, sent me this:
Irena Sendler – who recently died at 98 years of age, was a 2007 Nobel Peace Prize Nominee
During WWII, Irena was given permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a plumbing/sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive. Being German, Irena knew what the Nazi plan was for Jews.
Irena smuggled out infants in the bottom of a tool box she carried in the back of her truck. She used a burlap sack for bigger children.
She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers wanted nothing to do with her dog. The barking covered noises of the infants and children.
Irena managed to smuggle out and save 2500 infants and children, before she was caught! The Nazi’s broke both her legs and arms, and beat her severely.
Irena kept a record in a jar buried under a tree in her back yard of all the children she smuggled out of the ghetto.
WZIG in Alameda is reporting that former baseball star Pete Rose alledgedly bet on the effects of steroids on current baseball players. Since we Fantasy League players have been doing this forfever, MLB Commisioner Pud Selig isn’t expected to add any years to Pete’s lifetime suspention from baseball.
Here’s Pete, doing his best “Jack.”
A resounding, “what the fuck? Over”
I feel much as I did when we Democrats took over Congress and the Senate. Nancy Pelosi, against all odds, gave into the statis quo. I’m saddened by the Party’s aparant blase faire attitude. Nary a word of indegnation from anyone… and I continue to be sickened by the lack of seperation of Church and State in our [not really] otherwise fine Nation.
Last week my friend Andrew Dosa and I set out for our annual baseball trip. First a day game in Oakland…
… followed by a night game in Modesto for some great minor league ball. We watched futrue Texas Ranger Ryan Tatusko take a no-hitter into the ninth, only to have it broken up. His terrific effort earned him a one-hit shutout.
Only Bob Boone, Gus Bell, and Sam Hairston produced both sons and grandsons who played in the Major Leagues. Quite an accomplishment. Boone and Bell were well known stars of the ’50s.
Little known catcher, Sam Hairston came up with the White Sox in 1951 and had the misfortune of joining them at the same time Sherm Lollar [former Yankee] was settling in as the regular backstop. Consequently he spent the remainder of his carreer as a minor leaguer, where he starred for Colorado Springs. Later, as a scout, he signed his son Jerry whose brother John [the first 2nd. generation black to make the majors], proceeded him to the Bigs for “a cup of coffee” with the Cubs.
Jerry’s son, Jerry Jr. proceeded Scott to the majors.
Pictured bellow is Sam, Jerry Sr., Jerry Jr., and Scott Hairston. [I contiue to search for an image of John.]
On this date, 70 years ago, Lou Gehrig gave his farewell speech at Yankee Stadium. My late mother, Vivian, was in attendance. She remembered, years later, that there wasn’t a dry eye in the house… including Lou’s.
Today, Baseball stopped and paid tribute.