September 2022 Bar Bulletin
By Christopher L. Young
After seeing Harry Caray’s ghost, I mean hologram at the Field of Dreams game last month, I decided to re-watch Field of Dreams. Why not? My better half was out of town, working on a film in Boston, so there would be no teasing from that corner. And let’s be real, there’s plenty to tease about. Nor would I catch many aspersions from my teenage dog who, fully sated on rare filet mignon, would be in no position to judge me for hours. Go ahead, I thought, enjoy your self-indulgent tearjerker.
I’ve seen the movie dozens of times. It came out when I was a baseball-crazy...