Sandy McKnight
Bio
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Stories (3/0)
KID69
CHAPTER ONE of my memoir, Kid69... Chapter 1: The First Fifteen First, some backstory. I was born in Brooklyn in 1953. My mother was 19, my dad 23. They were lifelong Brooklynites. Mom stayed at home, as was customary, until I was five. Dad worked on Rector St. in the city as a Purchasing Agent for the Allied Chemical Company.
By Sandy McKnight3 years ago in Humans
Not Yogi
Everyone’s heard the famous Yogi Berra-isms, with their odd syntax and convoluted logic. Even things he didn’t say, but could have, are attributed to him. But amidst all the well-deserved acclaim for Berra, there is a forgotten man. He played second fiddle to Yogi on the field, and now in legacy. He broke the color line for the Yankees, a scant ten years after Jackie Robinson (the Yankees might have been late in hiring a black player, but that had nothing to do with the fact that their fan base consisted of corporate CEOs and Bronx italians...they probably just couldn’t find any talented black players in the 50s). He was number 32, the fairly-good Elston Howard.
By Sandy McKnight3 years ago in Unbalanced