The horrors of the Second World War, the chilling winds of the Cold War and the crushing weight of the Iron Curtain are little more than fading memories. Ideals that once commanded great loyalty are now taken for granted.
You get to the plate and nothing is going through your mind. You see the ball, you see the seams.
My parents were married 53 years, good and bad. Can I do that? Probably not. But I really hope I can.

