In sunny, sunny Wrigley Field.

I’m getting old. More evidence of that every day. For instance, I used to watch the Cubs play baseball. In person. In Wrigley Field. When it cost only 60 cents to get into the sun-drenched bleachers. I’d come early. To watch batting practice. And stay late. To mourn another blown game.  Now, six decades later. I begin to wonder. If the Cubs may be the death of me. Had a skin cancer removed several weeks ago. From all that sun. Watching the Cubs play baseball.  In sunny, sunny Wrigley Field.  –Jim Broede