GOOD ENOUGH TO DREAM
You must have dreams and goals if you are ever going to achieve anything in this world.
Be the dream.
On the evening of October 4, 1989, I couldn’t get the grin off my face. I was in Chicago, my father’s hometown, sitting in a box seat at a baseball park he loved. It was a rare and wondrous event for three reasons. First, the Cubs were in the playoffs. Second, this was the first ever post-season night game at Wrigley Field. The atmosphere was as electric as the wattage that illuminated the diamond, the outfield grass, the stands, and the ivy-covered wall. On that mild evening, with a hint of fall in the air, the old ballpark took on a magical glow.
But for me, the real magic was listening to the pregame ...