My Imaginary Friend
When I was growing up I had an imaginary friend. There weren’t many other kids in the neighborhood to play with. We had long conversations about Howdy Doody and fighting Indians in my back yard. I liked and respected him most in the imaginary games of baseball that we played. He was an excellent player manager I loved his strategy for the game. For example he once had Willie Mays and Mickey Mantle in the same outfield. He won most of the time. I always went for pitching because “in baseball good pitching will always beat good hitting”. Not in our games. I sometimes miss him and the last I had heard he moved with his family to Dallas which seems appropriate because my friend’s name was Cowboy Boots...