When I was in second grade, we lived in the Chicago suburb of Brookfield and I was a huge Cubs fan. My dad would pitch whiffle balls to me in the front yard, and I would go one-by-one through their batting order, imitating each player’s stance and swing. Ron Santo was my favorite — and he had lots of competition: Billy Williams, Fergie Jenkins, Ernie Banks (whose autograph I got at Wrigley in ‘68 or so). He was our home run hitter after all, and besides, I played third base in little league. A year later after we had moved to Lake Bluff, Illinois, I made a drawing of my hero and sent it in to WGN, the Chicago television station (not yet a “super station”) that broadcasted the Cubs’ games and had an after school show during which they showed kids’ artwork between installments of Diver Dan and Sea Hunt. I was pretty damn proud when they showed my drawing of Ron Santo — a truly pre-renaissance conception of perspective, but exquisite detail in the uniform — on the TV, and I’m not entirely sure that the experience didn’t have an impact on the direction that drawing and art would take in my life in years to come.
We Are Diminished
Posted by Randy Guseman
December 3, 2010 | 2:41 pm
Categories: Communication | 1,560 views