November

Rain fell from the gray November sky when the ringing phone woke Tony after a few hours
of alcohol induced sleep. Feeling around, he was able to pick the receiver on the tenth
ring.

He pulled the cover from over his head, “Hello,” in a wraspy voice.

The room spun as he tried to sit up. He was hungry but was afraid to eat. Coffer might not be able to stay down.

“I’ll be there tomorrow,” thowing the cover off. “Thank you,” and hung up.

It was a phone call Tony knew he’d be getting. It’s why he had been on a drinking binge for the last month. Tony never figured Mr. Bream would what to see him. If he was being released, why not just tell him over the phone?

He made the ninty-minute drive to the city with the thought that he had to look for a new line of work. He almost gave in to looking for a new job a couple of times. But loving what he does, Tony held on to the dream.

Mr. Bream greeted Tony as he walked into the office. Tony was surprised at what he heard. Mr. Bream said that he was impressed, and with Tony’s experience he’d make a good leader.

With his dream still alive, Tony re-dedicated himself to his job. The following November Tony was named one of the oldest Rookie of the Year award winner’s, playing centerfield for the Pittburgh Pirates.