Ten years ago, I was at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY. A quick getaway day off from the Sterling Renaissance Festival. We would browse the many exhibits over the course of a few hours soaking in the history of America’s pastime before heading back to the woods. I knew it was going to be a good day when Yogi Berra was quietly walking down a side street with his wife. This was the week prior to the induction ceremony. The Red Sox’ Wade Boggs and the Cubs’ Ryne Sandberg were getting the nod.
My vocal chords used to be made of elastic. I could get through a whole summer at the Sterling Renaissance Festival screaming my bloody head off and it wouldn’t be until I started dehydrating via Sunday night alcohol consumption that my voice would start to go.