I’m kind of old but not that old. But my grandfather was a foot soldier in the trench warfare of World War One. One hundred years ago. He had joined when he was too young. He had to go to Hull to join because Ottawa was too small a town in 1916 and he would have been recognized as Herbie Clarke’s young son in Ottawa. But he went anyway. When the war was over, he left France for England and finished high school.
I used to watch Expos games with this guy. Charlie Clarke. Over the years I’d heard from different relatives that he’d been a Tigers fan or a Yankees fan or a Bruins fan or a Rangers fan. I think it came down to what radio station was coming in best.
But Charlie and I used to watch Warren Cromartie and Rodney Scott and Bill Lee together. A guy that fought in WWI, who heard Babe Ruth on the radio, who remarked that when John Lennon died, that he was always the peaceful one, he watched ball games with me. I don’t know whether to feel really old or almost eternal.