Who we are….
Hi, there. I’m Karl Cicitto. This is my blog. I grew up in Middletown, CT. and first visited Fenway Park in August 1968 when my Mom, Mary Ann, took me, brother Ben, and sister Janet to a double header against Jim Fregosi and the Angels.
That ride to Boston was an improvisation. We started for Cape Cod but after hearing a rainy beach forecast on the car radio we pursued an impulse to see the Red Sox.
I have been following the Baseball impulse for 45 years.
I believe in at least these things about our game:
- Baseball can teach you how to live. The more you practice, the better the results, for one thing.
- Baseball has the power to bring together families, friends and strangers.
- Every franchise has a tradition to be respected.
- Beneath all of Baseball’s problems there lies a game of great beauty that won’t be killed by big salaries, game length or beer advertising. It’s just too good a game to go down like that.
You can email me at email@example.com.
I hope you enjoy reading athomeatfenway. For several years, I attempted to write one 600-word post per week. The pieces are never as tight as they should be. I’m sure an editor would improve them considerably. I get true satisfaction from writing and if you are similarly inclined I encourage you to find the time. It’s good for balance and perspective. Thanks for stopping by. Go Sox.