We've been friends so long, we think with the same mind.

It's not Tolstoy or Dickens. These books are fun. They're adventure stories.

When we were about 10, we said we'd have one house, split down the middle.

It's a huge undertaking to try to portray. That's such a delicate subject that's still fresh on everyone's mind.

The field was even greener than my boy's mind had pictured it. In later years, friends of ours visited Ireland and said the grass there was plenty green all right, but that not even the Emerald Isle itself was as green as the grass that grew in Ebbets Field.

It's been tough. I hope I can put things out of mind and try to make the team.