Joe Fitz: True Love’s Bond Is Stronger Than Ever

October 26, 2014

It’s a sweet story that Boston Herald columnist Joe Fitzgerald tells in his latest piece.

He remembers the first time he saw her.

He was far from his Roxbury roots, living in a small northeast community that reminded him of Mayberry RFD, trying to establish himself in a career that had always been his heart’s desire.

He was sitting at one end of the counter in a popular local eatery when, at the opposite end, he saw her emerge from the kitchen and engage a customer in friendly banter.

He asked the townie next to him, “Who is that?”

He was told she was a college junior, home for the summer, waitressing.

Call it magic. Call it an epiphany. All he can tell you today is that he was swept off his feet that night, enraptured by someone he had yet to meet.

When he shook her hand that first time he did not want to let it go. He was captivated, yet clear-headed enough to ask her for a date.

Nine months later she became his wife.

He was 21, she was 19, and their marriage would flourish for 46 years.

 

He, of course, is Fitzgerald himself. And he lost his great love two years ago yesterday.

But still won’t let go of her.

Friends tell him he needs to get out more, maybe ask a lady out to lunch. He knows they mean well.

But sometime today he’s going to stand before the heart-shaped stone that bears their names and tell that stunning waitress that he loves her more than ever.

 

God love ’em both.


Tony C Tributes: Globe 1, Herald 0

August 18, 2013

Forty-six years ago  today, Red Sox homeboy and Hall-of-Fame sureshot Tony Conigliaro had his baseball career turned inside out.

From Bob Ryan’s terrific Boston Globe column today:

tcTony Conigliaro would have been an all-time great

I was there. I was there, and I was pretty close, too.

I was there the night of Aug. 18, 1967, when a Jack Hamilton fastball hit Tony Conigliaro in the face. I was sitting in a box seat not far up the third base line from the screen. I went to 27 Red Sox games that summer, and I seldom had a better seat than I did on that Friday night, the start of a four-game series with the California Angels. I had intended to buy my standard bleacher seat, but a guy sold me a box seat for face value down at Kenmore Square, and so I was hobnobbing with the swells in the $3.50 section that night rather than my usual cronies in the dollar bleacher seats (No, kiddies, I’m not making those numbers up).

I saw a lot of Red Sox history made that summer, but there are some historical events you can do without, this one being quite near the top of the list.

 

Ryan says, “I have not yet been able to let an Aug. 18 go by without thinking of Tony Conigliaro and the night when his life changed irrevocably.” And it certainly did, although Tony C fought back as best he could. As Ryan notes:

Tony Conigliaro was enormously talented. Please remember, when he came back in 1969 after missing the final six weeks of the 1967 season and all of the 1968 season, he was fooling us all. He hit 20 homers and drove in 82 to become the logical winner of the Comeback Player of the Year Award, and he followed that up with 36-116 production in 1970. And then the Red Sox traded him! Don’t get me started on that one.

 

Just be glad he did get started on this one. It’s an excellent read.

(P.S. The Boston Herald had nothing on Tony C’s anniversary today. We’re guessing Joe Fitz tomorrow.)