Lucius "Luke" Appling was voted the White Sox'all-time top player in 1969.

So give me your program kid.  

I pretend I don't hear him and reach into my pocket but all I've got on me is the new Appling card.   I gave Rickie a Bill Wight for it and then he wanted my old torn Appling card too and I had to promise to buy him ten Mary Janes at the school store and they're a penny each so that's a dime.  

I hand the card to Seerey and he writes PAT SEEREY LEFT FIELD BATTING .253.   All over Appling's face.  

Then I get back and there are Dad and Grandpa all alone.   Everyone else is gone home.   Well,  a colored guy with a push broom.   Dad says Did you fall in?   I say Huh?   and he says Skip it let's just get a move on by the time we drop your grandpa off it'll be one o'clock your mom'll kill us.  

I couldn't help it though.  

So we're walking along Thirty-Fifth Street and there's nobody out here either.   All I can hear is our shoes.   They've got their hands in their pockets and their heads down.   Dad's saying Pick it up Pop.   Dad calls Grandpa Pop,  not Dad,  but I call Dad Dad.   I guess I could call him Pop.   But I never have.  

Grandpa says We'll be all right there's attendants.   But when we get to the parking lot there aren't any.   Just one or two cars left.   The Buick is all the way on the far side,  over where it's the most dark.  

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