It was really Old Mr. Johnson, who had troubles of his own… He had a yellow cat that wouldn’t leave his home He tried and he tried to give the cat away He gave it to a man going far, far away, BUT The cat came back the very next day, Oh the cat came back; they thought he was a goner But the cat came back; he just couldn’t stay away. Loved that song. Does anyone remember the song about the guy named Charlie who got lost on the Boston subways (MTA) – “He never returned, no he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned, he will ride forever ‘neath the streets of Boston, he’s the man who never returned…” That’s all I remember.
I grew up in the 50’s in Brighton, a part of Boston. We played 2 versions of halfball, usually with 2 players per side. There was a wall version where anything off the wall was a hit, depending on height. However, if a fielder caught a line drive or a rebound off the wall, all baserunners were erased. In the street version we hit for distance. Strikes and fouls were outs. Believe it or not, there was a front page story in the Wall St. Journal in 1985 about the summer joys of halfball.(I still have it). It claimed that the game was only played in two cities: Boston and Philadelphia, and the best teams from those areas were about to play the 1985 “World Championship” tournament in a schoolyard in Charlestown, Mass.