There’s never an off-season

Fun fund-raiser.

Do you want to go to Mason’s fund-raiser, texted terrific daughter Elisabeth.

My dear wife Karen and I had appreciated enough of the teen’s baseball games this past summer and, yes, fall, to say yes to the Baldwinsville pub crawl.

We met George, Mason and Elisabeth at the player’s station for the event, at the Angry Garlic.

When his dad, George’s brother Michael, arrived shortly, we four were free to hit the other four spots on the tour.

More to come.

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