The entrance was open despite the "Closed" sign that hung on the door and I walked up a flight of stairs. I told one of the workers, who was vacuuming, that I was a baseball fan and wondered if Joe DiMaggio was in so I could just say hello. He went back to the kitchen and, instead, out came a friendly man in his sixties--the other DiMaggio all-star center fielder--Dominic.
I knew enough about Dominic-- that he starred for the Red Sox during the same era as his iconic brother and, perhaps being somewhat impressed that a young kid recognized him for the player he was, offered me a seat at a table with him to talk baseball over two glasses of orange juice.
It was baseball nirvana.
I reached into my pocket near the end of our conversation about his glory days and my little league season and found a scrap of paper for him to sign. I still have it today.
The chance encounter was the highlight of my two week vacation to California.
I guess the moral of the story is to be grateful when others keep you waiting!