RIP Al Kaline
One of the heros of my childhood, when all I knew about bikes was how to patch an inner tube and that my bike set me free. I never walked again, if I could ride. I was a Detroit Tigers fan, living in Massachusetts and NYC. I had a "real" (wool?) cap and an Al Kaline autographed (mass-production) bat that was my pride and joy. The days of Stratamatic Baseball...Amazing, he was a year younger than my father. RIP