ON SOLLY’S TEAM
By Barney (Chip) Straus
Inside the red doors,
Solly was a Blue.
I, too, was a Blue.
I was on Solly’s team.
His ever-present smile
And his encouraging words
Made me feel the opposite of blue
(though certainly not Orange).
I was a Blue and Solly was true blue.
Three decades later
We had evolved from dodgeball on the roof
To football in the park.
God, it had been thirty years
Since I’d seen my fellow Dutchmen
Would we even remember each other?
Solly greeted me with open arms
As if the decades had been mere moments
I was on Solly’s team again,
This time due to my east sidedness.
He led me from zero to being a hero that year.
Always the optimist
And still our QB
Solly tossed me the winning pass.*
I caught something much more meaningful than a ball from John.
His winning ways were contagious.
He seemed always to value me
And so helped me to do the same.
I stand as a proud veteran of Solly’s teams.
And for that I remain grateful
And an enhanced human being.
Thank you, John Soloman, for being…..
* For those keeping score, I think that Mike Boardman actually threw me the me the pass, but I took some poetic license here.