We aim to bring Ollie up an independent individual, with all the possible choices afforded to him... except he was born a Red Sox fan. In that he has no choice.
Oh how I miss the days up in Fairbanks, sitting in Ivory Jacks (a Yankees bar in a sprawling log cabin, nestled in the Gold Stream Valley) at the edges of our seats with Andy & Sue. We had a tight New England group of transplants to Alaska. Sue would rub her palms together as the Big Papi would get up to bat with the bases loaded.
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