This afternoon while out doing errands, Peg pulled into traffic behind a 1960 white Ford Falcon sedan. The kind with the round tail lights. Instantly, I thought of my Uncle Ted*.
One summer day, in the early 60’s, my family and Uncle Ted’s went on a picnic together. Ted was listening to a Yankees game on the radio while leaning up against a 1960 white Ford Falcon. A male, maybe my father, maybe my cousin Greg, asked him either who was up at bat or who was pitching. Ted pointed to the car. The male asked again. Ted pointed to the car again. The male looked puzzled. Ted answered, “Whitey Ford!”
I knew nothing about baseball. But I knew wit when I heard it. And that was my Uncle Ted. Witty.
*Seeing this car on this weekend seemed particularly significant since yesterday would have been Ted’s birthday.