The death of a little girl with cancer creates a sense of tragedy among even those who do not know her. The passing of a middle-aged man by a sudden heart attack reverberates with anyone over thirty. But when a centenarian dies peacefully in his sleep, only those who knew him take notice.
As the morning dew gives way to morning frost and the leaves begin to change colors, it can mean only one thing: October baseball. As a committed Red Sox fan, it's something that for most of my life I looked forward to with a mixture of excitement, trepidation, and downright fear. It's different now that the "Curse" has been broken - twice - but it's still exciting and at times nerve-wracking.
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