Not that we needed one this year, 105 Pioneer still houses five, count them, five generations of highchairs. Starting with our great-aunt Nina’s combination stroller/highchair, we also have the he-we’s father’s highchair, the he-we’s highchair, The wee-we’s, aka Christtopher’s, highchair and The Widge’s, destined to be Marin’s, Cooperstown highchair. We can’t decide if we should start a museum or get a dumpster.
Equally disturbing is the fact we have written this column since 1984 which means that we are starting, with this column, our 31st year. We must say that we find this somewhat unbelievable. Yet, when we glanced through a recent copy of the paper for which we used to write, we realized that a Cooperstown Carol we had written was quoted, in part, under the 25 years ago part of the “Bound Volumes” column.
We were stunned, not only by the fact that the carol was quoted, but also by the fact that as we read it, we realized we had no idea what it was about. Thus we were forced to go back in our archives to read it in full, after which we realized that of which we spoke. However, we fear that the casual reader might not understand that the carol, written in 1988, dealt in great part with the impending festivities to be held in 1989 to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Hall of Fame.
And now, it seems we are facing the upcoming the festivities that will mark the 75th anniversary of the Hall of Fame. It just doesn’t seem possible, especially since we are the same age now that we were in 1988. Of course, while we tend to think we have not aged, we must admit that we have lost ground when it comes to our physical abilities. But fortunately it seems that we are still able to maneuver our way around the keyboard of the computer which means the column, from our perspective, will be able to continue as we plow ahead in 2014.
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