What’s that? The five people i’d meet in heaven? Sure!
— Any of the all-time great ball players who died long before i was born: Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Grover Cleveland Alexander, Christy Mathewson … well, maybe none of the racist guys like Joe Jackson, Ty Cobb, or Cap Anson. (Could a racist get into heaven?) Or maybe Thurman Munson, who was my favorite ballplayer cut down just past his prime while crash landing his own plane.
— My great-grandfather, who i knew until he was 90 and i was eight. Except he’d be younger, so probably also
— My great-grandmother, who lived just as long and was always by great-grandfather’s side.
— Marilyn Monroe, if only so i could give her a hug, say “sorry” and “thank you.”
— That person that ultimately means the most to me When It All Goes Down.
Cheers,
Os.