I've alluded to it frequently, but I am a White Sox fan despite having never lived in the Chicago area. In fact, I lived in the same house in southern Connecticut until I graduated from high school. However, my father was born on June 4th, 1942 in the suburbs of Chicago. Since today is his birthday, and since he can offer a perspective ranging further back than anyone on our staff can, I thought it would be appropriate to get some of his thoughts and memories on the record. To this day, conversations with him prompt me to write about things that he has pointed out to me, or ideas that emerge from our discussions. And after all, I would probably have been a Yankee fan but for his influence.