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While walking my
beat in Downtown Dayton on the way to a call, I came across a dejected Sparky
Anderson who only days before had been fired as manager of
the Reds. I immediately recognized
him and began a conversation while
standing on the street corner. With tears nearly forming in his eyes, he
related how hurt he was feeling over the discharge. After a few minutes, Sparky invited me to
go back to his hotel and join him for lunch.
My reply,
which now seems rather foolish, was "No, I'm on my way to a call about
a stolen typewriter. Maybe next
time". I'm still waiting for his
next invitation. |