Harold Winters found a bicycle in the garage of his son’s home and smiled with glee.  As he mounted the Schwinn 10 speed, he spotted a ratty old baseball glove and snatched off the wall with his cane. Then, he set off for his favorite spot, his favorite seat, his favorite tree, just to the right of the center field scoreboard at Lansdowne Park. It was Christmas Day and Harold Winters was going to a baseball game. Just passed the fountain and the rotary circle in the center of Lansdowne was a cut through lane that went though the woods and to … Continue reading Harold Winters Goes To A Baseball Game