The Prodigy of St. Pete's
"Dad, are you all right?" asked the concerned young hurler. "Yeah, I, ah...I'm just fine, Son," said Andy, rather unconvincingly. Then he added, "It's time to head inside, Ray. I'll be along in just a minute." Andy remained there, kneeling in the cool grass, considering his home, his family, He stared off into the distance as the setting sun began to disappear. Then he whispered the words, "Little Joe."