I comment that most of us
walk past celebrity
on a daily basis and then my own family provides
an example. We congregated in Cincinnati for the weekend, and
one of our Philly cousins was at a loss to explain the chaos
surrounding her flight's arrival in the Queen City. "Some guy,
something Spark," was about as far as she got.
Sparky Anderson, manager of the Big Red Machine in the 70s, had
#10 jersey retired this weekend at the Great American Ballpark.
He drew a well-deserved crowd, at least from those who recognized