MONROEVILLE, Pa. – The question comes frequently. Usually in the morning, when the day is still brimming with confidence. “Are we going to have a season this year?” my 10-year-old asks, sometimes with a glove on his left hand and a baseball in his right.
My answer for the last month has always been the same: Maybe. I'm not exactly lying (though it is starting to feel like it) as the weeks pass and my confidence wanes that our suburb east of Pittsburgh will somehow emerge from the coronavirus quarantine in time to get one in.
The fridge calendar is the center of my family's life. This time of year, it's typically a sea of scribbles and the occasional color-coded marker highlighting work schedules and the seemingly never-ending stream of