Last fall Diane & I were in NH staying at my mother’s house.  One of the first things I noticed was the missing window pane in garage door.  The last time a pane of glass covered that spot was in the summer of 1972.  I remember it well.  My brother set up as catcher in front of the garage door.  Somehow we thought this was ok since we were throwing a rubber baseball.  My fastball was up and away.  It got past my brother.  The rubber baseball went through the garage door window as...