What he must have thought as the freighter approached the Manhattan skyline. The plan had been in place for months, maybe years. He must have considered his parents, three brothers and two sisters as the ship docked. But the time was now, probably his one and only chance. His name was Cin. The year was 1999.                     Early Tuesday morning, the day after the Columbus Day long weekend, Ellen and I hit the sidewalk and entered the mass...

"The key for room 103, please?" I asked."I'm sorry. No guests are allowed," replied the desk clerk at the Abbott Hotel on West Belmont Avenue in Chicago's Lake View district."I'm not a guest. My name is Jack Drury," I said, spelling out my surname. "I'm in 103, please check the register." "We have a Mr. Lloyd and a Mr. John Drary, but that's not your name. You said—""Here, look at my passport. It's what I used to register. Look at th...

My amigo Lloyd and I embarked on a western ballgame trip. We first stopped at the Blue Jays minor league town of Lansing, Michigan to watch the Lugnuts host the Clinton Lumberkings. The following night we were in Milwaukee to watch the Washington Nats play the Brewers and the next night it was to Chicago where the Pirates faced the Cubs.