Last summer I wrote a blog post called An Open Letter to Mitch Garver of the Minnesota Twins. It’s about Silas, my 7-year-old son, and his obsession with the major league baseball player.
Why I watch the Minnesota Twins.
I never really followed sports, except when I was a kid. I watched the Minnesota Twins baseball games with my grandpa. We didn’t have a TV, so I’d ride my bike to his place a few blocks away, drink RC Cola and watch Kirby Puckett and Frank Viola.
Dear Mr. Garver, My 7-year-old son Silas gets a penny per weed he picks in his mom’s garden. One morning last week, before the fog had even lifted, I saw him from our kitchen window on his hands and knees, working with the focus of a labrador digging up a bone. What could possibly be