Last weekend we hit another milestone. Truman went to his first Alabama football game. We were offered some posh seats in a skybox with a steady line of tasty snacks and a bottomless cooler of beverages. I suspect our son has been spoiled senseless. Wonder how he’ll react next time when he is forced to sit in the bleachers.
Alabama is my husband’s team. He grew up during the glory days of Bear Bryant, and he still remembers seeing the mighty coach standing on the sidelines or watching him eat Golden Flake potato chips on TV. If you think Alabama fans …read more

I learn a lot from my friends who are parents. One friend in particular has 2 children — a lovely little girl and a beautiful boy. The son is about 5 or 6 and loves to attend professional sports events — the NY Yankees seem to be his favorite. (Here in the U.S., that would be baseball).
My friend is fortunate enough to get tickets to frequent games (lucky little boy). And what I find fascinating is — they go to each game, rain or shine.
Not only that — they stay until the very end of the game — until each …read more