One of the very very special things in my Afterlife is the weekend ritual of having batting practice with my 51 year old son David and his 20 year old son Jackson, my Batman teammates (pictured), at the local school yard.

We bring a box of balls, take turns as one hits, one pitches and one shags.

There are muscle memories and eternal memories being sown and words can not describe the feelings that well up in me as we do our thing!

Wait there’s more, grandpa then drives to the deli and buys lunch.

I told my friend Neil Hollander about these magic moments and he wrote:

Great to step into the [ Batter’s] Box and hear the crowd roar as Bob Shepherd [Iconic deceased Yankee announcer] calls your name: Now batting...#3...the pitcher...Derf Nielk [my name backwards]...#3!