Well, two great things happened at dinner. For one thing, our wonderful waitress Mary Pat brought me out special a scoop of Hershey's Almond Joy Ice Cream, which is the ne plus ultra of ice creams, all chock full of coconut, almond bits and chocolate chips. Man, that is a lot like living, scooping into that ice cream.
And then, toward the end of our chowin' down, I looked up to see a party of three edging into the rather full restaurant. I said to myself, "That man looks like Fred Manfra."
Then I said to myself, "As soon as he asks someone to pass the salt, I'll know if it is in fact he, because there is no mistaking that marvelous voice."
I have these conversations all the time, and even more so since I have been hanging around the house all alone for a month and a half, with no one to talk to but the tv, which doesn't always answer back.
But it WAS the great Fred

So, as we left, I went over to Fred, and said I did not wish to intrude, but I wanted to thank him for making so many summer nights so enjoyable. The fact that the Orioles have had 11 straight losing seasons is lost on neither of us, but Fred was so nice - and that's why he makes a ballgame fun, even when the O's are getting the stuffing kicked out of them. He said he was looking forward to a much better team this year, and we chatted for a second about the new manager and the spark that Buck Showalter has given the club. Then we left, but what a nice man Fred is. I hope he and his wife and mother enjoyed their meal.
I know, I know. I'm such a fan!
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