About

Having grown up blocks from the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, I had no choice but to fall in love with the Cubs.

The organ music and cheers of the crowd would drift through the open windows of my school, which sat a mere block from the bleacher entrance. And like many of my loves, the Cubs have disappointed me, but I still keep the hope alive that one day everything will be all right in the world and they – we - will win a World Series. 2016 was my epiphany and the religious experience fueled my artistic nature.

My first baseball memory involved 20 or so family members crowded around …