A mother's love's a blessing, no matter where you roam; Keep her while she's living, you'll miss her when she's gone; Love her as in childhood, though feeble, old and grey; For you'll never miss a mother's love, till she's buried beneath the clay;
__Thomas P. Keenan
Baseball, to me, is still the national pastime because it is a summer game. I feel that almost all Americans are summer people, that summer is what they think of when they think of their childhood. I think it stirs up an incredible emotion within people.
__Steve Busby, in Washington Post, 8 July 1974