The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Adventures in the National Pastime #7

Today's Adventure: New York Yankee titan Joe DiMaggio signs autographs without charging so much as a penny (1940)


Brent McKee said...

The Communist!

Vanwall said...

A very self-controlled guy, Joe was pretty chary about giving out autographs after he retired, and even as a player he wasn't one of the big signers. Part of this was the already common aspect of viewing signed objects as potential dollar signs when he was playing, and I understand he resented that a little; then later Joe himself had an idea about how much he was worth as an icon, and didn't care to be a commodity on anyone else's terms but his own, which he was quite famous for exploiting. I was lucky enough to meet him during spring training in Scottsdale as a little kid in the 1960's, and way more lucky than just that: he signed my Seattle Pilots model Little League bat, something he hardly ever did. And Joe didn't charge a penny.

R.H. said...

Marilyn cost him plenty.

Vanwall said...

He paid that gladly, in money, and in years off his life.