In July of 1971, I began my four year residency in pathology, two years of which I spent in Atlanta. I had some interesting adventures attending Braves games at Atlanta Fulton County Stadium.
It was a perfectly, circular outdoor arena. I once lost my car there for about an hour failing to pick up the numbers and/or letters of the area where I parked. It was a lesson I never forgot. Like many of you now I take identifying pictures before I leave a decked or large parking lot.
Those two years I made $7000 and $8000, respectively. It brought me to the cheap seats in the stadium for some sunshine and baseball on several Sundays. I will remember those visits to see that excellent club with a big smile on my face.
I had the privilege of seeing Atlanta Brave, Hank Aaron, play ball. His stride and his movements seemed effortless. He was full of grace and strength. Much of that strength at 6 ft. 180 lbs. was in his arms and wrists. He was the most consistent power hitter of his era exceeding significantly Babe Ruth’s career home run record.
Hank died today. He will never be forgotten by any ardent Braves fan of his era, the 60s through the 70s. Thanks for the memories Hank.