Sandy: My father-in-law was a gentle man. He was reserved, wise and had a calm demeanor; not an easy task as a father to four boisterous boys. He wrote letters to our family since we were two thousand miles apart – we in San Francisco and he and Louise in Winnetka. I loved receiving them. He wrote so eloquently. He would sign them in a variety of ways – Pops, Dad, Jim, Grandpa.
Sandy’s year long journey – going from being a right-hander to left-hander, and Kelly’s parallel trip as a left-hander doing things as a right-hander.