I learned one, perhaps the one hero I had as a young boy, died. Stan Musial. Growing up in St. Louis in the 1950s and 60s meant hearing about Mr. Musial and his career and retirement from the Cards. It was a simpler time. Stan was St. Louis.
The best memory for me as a boy was not on the field, it involved my grandmother. She was in hospital, I don't remember why, when she saw Mr. Musial walking down the hall. He was with two other men. She called out to him and they entered her room. She told him she had a grandson who would love his autograph. He agreed, but there was no paper. She rang the nurse, who brought a prescription blank. Once Mr. Musial signed, she turned to the second, she said, Mr. Schoendist, could you sign too? He did. She looked at the third man saying, I don't know you, but you should sign too. Today I pulled out that paper, signed by Stan The Man, Red, and the general manager of The St. Louis Cardinals.
Reports say he died surrounded by family, isn't that marvelous? Thank you Mr. Musial...
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