We passed four churches on the way to our own: two baptist, one episcopal, one Catholic. Our church looked like none of them. It was plain. When my grandfather founded our church in the mid-1930s, the building itself had very lately been a grocery store. All cinder block and red brick, even into the 1970s…
My grandfather was a Braves fan. I’m not sure for how long, if he was a fan only after the team arrived in Atlanta, or if he’d been on board since Milwaukee or even Boston. When a man is born in 1897, appreciation can have some serious history. But he loved the Braves, loved them…