Between work, baseball and the sheer love of travel, we’ve logged enough miles to reach the moon. But since there’s no baseball, shopping or a Waffle House on the moon yet, it will be awhile before we get there…
(Do I dare let slip to Jay that Decatur, GA is home to the Waffle House Museum? )
Our first trips were drives from San Diego to Tijuana to catch the local “stallions,” los Potros.
San Diego is home to two summer league teams, one on either side of the border, which is ideal. At least one of them should always be worth watching.
When the Potros folded, we went farther afield — Mexicali, then Hermosillo, Mazatlan, and finally, into the Caribbean and beyond.
It’s not all baseball. Some trips are for work, others simply because we enjoy the place or each other’s company.
Jay and Irene have been to Britain often enough to become de facto UK citizens. Yours truly is getting fairly familiar with France. Walt seems to have been just about everywhere already.
And all of us could probably navigate Mexico with our eyes closed.
—Greg Gross, Posse webmaster