I have three dreams of heaven in my life. Three dreams of heaven in life have I.
For two set the wayback for '73
when I lived in New York For Yankees, era of Mike Kekich and Fritz Petersen. But first go back further. A young boy travelling at night. There was this hospital all lit on a palisade. My father said: That is the hospital where Babe Ruth died. I transpose William Bendix nearing heaven, with strings. Later, getting ready to leave the city, with Watergate brewing...I had a dream that Heaven was Yankee Stadium, I was either talking with Babe Ruth or looking at his plaque
in centerfield. In the field of play, with a monument in the ground rules.*
*Got to explain the prehistory on this one..how Babe in heaven became ingrained. When I was a boy we were driving at night - part of a long trip. There was this hospital all lit on a palisade. My father said: That is the hospital where Babe Ruth died. I looked in awe. Maybe I found a jolt of connection to The Babe Ruth Story, with William Bendix. Was there a death bed scene? I can imagine one, with strings, soft focus. Angels humming. Chester A. Riley in the form of Babe Ruth going to paradise.
Read this in more prosaic form on http://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-yankee-stadiums-go-to-heaven.html
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