So it's been since Nineteen-Ought-Eight:
Back when women
weren't yet enfranchised,
Henry Ford had just
introduced the Model T,
and the Wright brothers
had only recently
flown at Kitty Hawk. . .
ball clubs traveled
almost solely by
overnight trains. . . .
The very first Gideon
Bible was placed
in a hotel room that summer.
Teddy Roosevelt was President;
weeks later, William Howard Taft
beat William Jennings Bryan (an
earlier Trump-style
candidate); he was
elected our 27th President.
Cleveland -- the now struggling opponent -- last
won it in 1948; we last appeared in it
three years before that.
And. . . my grandfather was fourteen years old (World War I was still a long way off) when the Cubs last took a World Series pennant home -- for the hog-butcher to the world. His father's father had owned a tavern in Chicago, back then (and may have followed those Cubs, in his retirement, by newspaper reports) -- but my grandad's dad had moved to the Rockies, and become a miner, by the time my grandfather was born. . . .
I am silent. Dumbfounded -- without words.
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