On a sunny and hot North Carolina summer, my lady and I ventured with our two dogs to the mountainside of the Appalachians. In between the Bilmore Estate, the hippie streets of downtown Asheville, and blue mountains of Appalachia is nestled the downhome McCormick Field. In late July, we visited my #19 ballpark, and it was everything minor league baseball should be.
Sometimes work has benefits outside of a steady paycheck, excellent co-workers, and a stellar mission. Sometimes work takes you places on just the right day so you can catch a ballgame at a ballpark that you have never been to before. And on May 3rd that happend for me! I was in Hickory North Carolina, on a warm…Continue