Getting Right To The Heart Of Matters…
Just got this email from Foster Kamer. I have a feeling that a lot of friends from home are going to get a kick out of it:
The YM line about Omaha was me - spent a day traveling through there once on a road trip and thought it was just about one of the nicest places I’d ever been. The guy in Homer’s actually gave me the shirt off his back (literally). I asked if I could buy anything with the store’s name on it and he said no, but if you’re really on a road trip across the country, here. He went to the back, changed into a different shirt, gave me his Homer’s shirt (it had John Coltrane on it).
And that was my impression of the people in Omaha: they give you the shirts off their back if they pick up on something
honest in you.
Also, my friend and I snuck on the field at Rosenblatt Stadium. It was BEAUTIFUL.
But if you can get it here without melting, I’ll take you up on the Dilly Bar.
It’s true. Though I left something out of the email: they refused to sell us anything that said Rosenblatt Stadium on it. For one thing: it was May, long before the College Baseball World Series. For another: grounds crew and staff can get fired if they’re busted selling anything that’s just Rosenblatt Stadium apparel; we learned that they get offered upwards of $500 for it every year at the CBWS.
Naturally, we snuck into the grounds crew locker room and stole a stray Rosenblatt hat; the other guys were in the conference room adjecent to the locker room as this happened. We booked it. But really, the place is great and kind of magical because (A) it’s a baseball stadium with a Jewish (sounding) name and (B) it’s Rosenblatt Stadium! Either way, any honesty picked up on me was quickly thereafter lost. It’s the best hat my friend Luke (a rabid baseball fan—of the sport, not just any team) will ever own. That was the last thing we did before leaving Omaha.
