My father and I waaaaaay back in 1966.
See the dirtiest guy in the photo below? Back row, third from the left? That’s my grandfather in his rookie year playing professional baseball in Arkansas. That was 1936. For some reason, it never really occurred to me that he was playing during the Depression in the Dust Bowl, which explains the fact that he is marinated in dirt and sweat. Oh, and the wool uniform might have contributed to that as well.