I was maybe 7 or 8 years old in the late 1950’s when my dad took me to a game at Connie Mack Stadium. He knew someone he worked with who lived on Lehigh Avenue who let us park in his driveway for a dollar. We walked the few blocks to the stadium holding hands. I had my first baseball glove on my other hand, hoping that a foul ball or a home run would find me in the stands. I was also wearing a Phillies cap that he bought me as a present months before.
My First Phillies Game – Bob
