I will always remember the first time I walked through the gates at Wrigley Field. I was 8 and a girl going with my boy cousin Kenny. He was attending college and had season tickets and invited me and my younger sister to go. He introduced us to his buddies who were called the Bleacher Bums. He bought us hotdogs, and candy, and soda.

Now cousin Kenny has passed away and I am a woman with children and even a grandaughter. I’m 40. I live in Utah. I am still a Cubbies fan. I watch every game when I can, if work doesn’t interfere.

My dad died in July. He used to watch with me in his home in Chicago, we weould i/m comments about the game, the pitches, the players. He hated baseball and would only watch because I did.

I miss these two men alot. I miss Chicago. I miss Wrigley Field.