Living to see the impossible.

I manage my life in peculiar ways. By picking and choosing the important stuff.   Sort of willy-nilly. For instance. This week I’ll focus attention on baseball. On the Chicago Cubs. Savoring the undeniable fact that the Cubs are playing in the World Series. For the first time since 1945. When I was 10. I vaguely recall listening to the World Series then.  On the radio. Before television reached our homes.  Now here I am. Seventy-one years later. Celebrating the return of the Cubs. To World Series prominence. Maybe even winning it all. For the first time since 1908. Two years before my father was born. Incredible. That I have lived long enough. To see the impossible. --Jim Broede