Jun. 15, 2022
Missing the Good Old Days
I was at Edward's doing my grocery shopping the other day. While I was in the cold cut section, I discovered a large package of Polish sausage. Mmmmm... I haven't seen them in the stores for years! I love them.
They remind me of when my wife and I were season ticket holders at Ray Winder Field, home of the Arkansas Travelers. They were at that time the AA farm team for the St. Louis Cardinals. If we hadn't eaten before we got there, either a ballpark hotdog or Polish sausage were the delectables for the evening. I was prone to pay the extra quarter for the Polish sausage.
Needless to say, when I got home I opened the package and prepared them just like Ray Winder Field did. Were they good? Well, yeah. Were they AS good? I don't think so. Were they a different brand? Maybe, but I don't think so. What made the ones at home different from those at the ballpark?
I wasn"t at Ray Winder Field. The fun of the baseball game. The fellowship with like minded fans around us. The roar of the crowd. Alfreda Wilson on the Hammond organ. Bradshaw hook sliding into a popcorn box on the concrete on the third base side, for a beer. The sights, the sounds and the smells are all toppings for a Polish sausage you can't get at home.
They closed and tore down Ray Winder Field after they had built and opened the new Dicky Stephens Ballpark in North Little Rock several years ago (13 at this writing). I've been there a few times, and it is a beautiful ballpark. It just isn't Ray Winder Field.
I miss the good times we had there. I miss the Polish sausage. I miss those baseball games. I miss Ray Winder Field.
Just reminiscing in my old age, brought about by a store bought Polish sausage.