"I bought a pair of white bucks today, and I thought you would be pleased to know that I plan to wear them all around the Hicksville town we live in. You can laugh till the cows come home, and it won’t bother me." Love Letters from Young George Steinbrenner

In today's Times.

While we were sharing memories on Tuesday, we heard the news that George Steinbrenner had died. My mother went into her bedroom and opened her dresser drawer. She pulled out more than a dozen letters from George dating to 1949. She had spoken of them before but now asked if I would like to read them. 

No, there's no Bobby Meachem revenge act after she dumps him, no Buhner trade moment when he leaves her in the motel to go drinking with Ken Phelps. But he was a dude long before Oscar Gamble ever thought of a 40-inch diameter haircut.