Robert Wallace

Up until I was 14, before we moved to Southern California, my Dad insisted on having season tickets to the White Sox games at Comiskey Park.  Mom insisted that he buy four tickets to include my brother and me.  As our seats were three rows behind the White Sox dugout, we'd often get there early for batting practice and stand at the field gate in our aisle begging the players for autographs.  Six months after we moved to California, in 1964, my father died, and that was basically the end of my intense appreciation of the White Sox.

Thirty years later, in 1994, I was on a vacation with time to kill in Berkeley, CA, and happened on a sports memorabilia shop showing a good football game on their TV inside.   So I went in to watch for a while.  Between plays and during commercials, I was thumbing through boxes of sports photos, hoping I might find something featuring Nellie Fox, the Sox All Star second baseman, and give it to my brother Rick for Hanukkah. That's when I gasped seeing this photo from the 1959 World Series. 

Three rows back from the dugout is my dad wearing a hat, his face partially blocked by the woman in front of him, just above #10, Sherman Lollar.  To Dad's right is Judd Bosley, a family friend who got the fourth ticket that day.  To Dad's left are two empty seats—vacant most likely because Rick and I were up getting popcorn.