Now, Harvey sits in his room at the home, watching re-runs and awaiting the inevitable. An endless stream of memories pours out to whoever will listen, flitting like shadows, echoes of a forgotten time. If you catch him on a bad day, you may hear about why he dislikes his son-in-law, or what he had for lunch, or endless minutia about the Teapot Dome scandal. But if you get him on a good one—well, let’s just say that if that’s not enough to make you happy, you’re not a baseball fan. — JONATHAN SCHWARZ
