On July 2, my grandson, Cole, and I were playing ball on the street in front of my house (as we do almost daily), when a very distinguished looking gentleman in a black sports car drove up. We engaged in a friendly conversation about baseball and grandparenting and the Cardinals. He then proceeded to hand us four tickets to the Cardinals’ baseball game for that night, saying he had bought them for his son, and that his son could not use them.
Cole and I were dumbfounded. I asked him his name, but he said it so softly, I could not hear it. As he started to leave, he said, “Just be sure to use them, and have a good time.”
I want this Good Samaritan to know that my son-in-law, my other grandson, Ryan, Cole and I had a wonderful time that night in those 12th row seats at Busch Stadium. Cole and I kept saying to each other, “Just think, at 2:30 this afternoon, we were just playing ball on the street.”
You, dear sir, have given us a “forever memory.” I can’t thank you enough.