Alright what is the best day of your life?

You mean ever?

Yeah, best day ever in your whole life. And you can’t do when your kids were born, that’s too easy.

I got one; I’m seven years old and my dad takes me to Yankee Stadium. My first game. We go under this long, dark tunnel underneath the stands. I’m holding his hand and we come up out of the tunnel into the light. It was huge. How green the grass was, brown dirt. And that great green copper roof, remember? We had a black and white tv so this was the first came I ever saw in color. Sat there the whole game next to my dad. He taught me how to keep score, Mickey hit one out.

Good day.

And I still have the program.

Alright, what was the worst day you ever had?

Worst day. Couple years ago Barbara finds a lump.

What?

Jesus.

Yeah, it scared the shit out of me.

You ever said anything.

Yeah, well, you know, it turned out to be nothing but that whole day was…

Yeah but that was a good day.

How?

Because it turned out to be nothing.

Yeah but the whole day until then was horrible.

Yeah but it came out good. You’re a real “the glass is half empty” kind of a guy, you know that? I don’t know how Barbara can stand it.

Yeah.