Five vacations ago, the big story in the local papers when we were down here was the fight between Ted Williams' children over what to do with the Splendid Splinter's recently dead body. Williams' son, John Henry Williams, planned to have it frozen. His daughter wanted it buried. Most people in Red Sox Nation were on the daughter's side. There was plenty of speculation that John Henry had other plans for the body besides saving it until a Dr Frankenstein in the future could bring it back to life,plans that would make John Henry bundles of money. The word cloning popped up in a lot of conversations.
Sitting in the coffee shop early in the morning, five years ago today, I overheard a couple of old Red Sox fans talking it over and one of the men said:
"I wouldn't want to be John Henry, even if I win in court (He pronounces it cawt), because I don't want to be walking across a field some day when that bolt of lightning comes and finds me. Because it doesn't matter if you get away with it now. In time, you always wind up paying for what you done."