World War II General, Douglas MacArthur, was correct when he state, "Ol soldiers never die. They simply fade away". I find it very difficult fading away but it happens to all of us.
As a child growing up in the 50's(that would be the 1950's for my grandchildren) memories, first memories, were the building blocks of what was to come later.
Television was in its infancy. The very first impacts on my life revolved around sports, football, basketball and baseball. Oh yes, when the Olympics were on we watched the events, even though involving figure skating.
But it was baseball that caught my attention most. It was easy due to the fact there were only eight teams in the American League and eight in the National. It wasn't until Charles Finlay came along in the 60's that he rattled the chain of sanity and conformity.
I bought my first set of baseball cards from Schafer's grocery story in 1952. There were five cards and a piece of gum. The first card I saw was that of Yankee Billy Martin. Of the 16 major league ball teams I was fascinated with the team logos.
One of those that I was in love with was Chief Wahoo of the Cleveland Indians. It just flat out seemed 'cool'. I don't think a six year old would say 'cool' in 1952 but you know what I mean.
I loved looking at the Indian logo. I knew as much as possible about every team, every player, everything.
Sadly, for me, this is no more. Last year the Indian management got rid of Chief Wahoo forever. It was announced yesterday the of Indian is now in the trash bin of history. If necessary they'll go with the name Cleveland baseball team.
My suspicion is this all has to do with money. What doesn't in this day and age of corporate sponsorships. It's all a part of the cancel culture. Yuck!
What next, the Atlanta Braves?
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