517 Words. 2 Minute Read.

I’ll never forget the feeling because it can’t be replicated. The good Lord only hands them out once, maybe twice in a lifetime. Let’s just say I know how Mickey Mantle felt when he launched his 565-foot moonshot out of Griffith Stadium in ‘53.  

2,021 Words. 8 Minute Read.

I walked in the front door to what reminded me of a gilded age mansion during the off-season; massive, historic, and classically unoccupied.  Furniture, though sparse, was unpretentious and handsome.  Weathered trophy cases hold artifacts that require a century's worth of history to acquire.  Hand-painted maps of northern California reside above stately fireplaces, arched windows line long hallways, and an ornately decorated ballroom sat aristocratically empty.  I felt like I was in a 19th-century bachelor pad for robber barons.