October 28, 2025: The October Spell

Every October triggers a happy memory, like a button gets pressed in my head.

Forty-two years ago, I watched the World Series with Paw-Paw, my grandfather. We cheered as the Baltimore Orioles, our favorite team, won the championship.

Paw-Paw sat in his recliner, well-worn as an old catcher’s mitt, while I plopped on the couch beside him. As the box television hummed, we talked about players and grumbled about bad calls.

Baseball became our shared language.

Paw-Paw’s brother (Uncle Sam), lived in Baltimore and would send us all types of O's goodies, such as cards and stickers. I still have them tucked in a shoebox.

This week, the 2025 World Series started. And once again, I'm transported back to my grandparent’s living room on Everett Street.

Some languages you never forget.