, 2022-11-07 10:09:03,
Over time, I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing is truly spontaneous.
No matter what, there always is a sign making a suggestion.
It’s very prevalent in sports.
In baseball, third-base coaches do the Macarena to call for a stolen base.
Catchers master finger-wagging to call for a curveball, or at least they used to before technology took over.
Managers and coaches sit in the dugout, touching their faces like they are trying to entertain a toddler, just to give directions.
And then, there were teams who beat on trash cans to get their message across.
It’s not just in sports, either.
On Tuesday, many will be heading to vote, walking past a myriad of political placards “suggesting” where to place your “X” on the ballot.
I, like you, have spent a lifetime and a career reading, trying to understand and writing about various signs.
This time is no different.
Yet it is.
Recently, I saw a sign I couldn’t ignore. It compelled me to act.
And with that, I’m writing my final column in this space in the Hagerstown Herald-Mail.
As of late Friday night, I’m officially off the newspaper’s active roster.
I’m not injured. I’m not on the paternity list. I’m not physically unable to perform.
No matter if you are cheering or groaning, know that it was going to happen sooner than later … and it happened a little sooner, before later showed up.
My plan was to leave at the start of the new year. By then, I’d be 65 with a feeling…
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