In the Front Row: Nothing beats a day at the ballpark with dad
Last Saturday, the day before Father’s Day, I went to a baseball game.
That’s not all that unusual this time of year. In fact, I get paid to go to baseball games; something my dad always thought was pretty cool.
Six years ago Saturday I was on an airplane flying back to New Jersey to help my family plan my dad’s funeral. Father’s Day weekend has never been quite the same.