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<p>PLYMOUTH &#8212; My father died on Nov. 13, 1995 &#8212; eight days before his 73rd birthday.</p><p>Since that day, I have not been able to call him 5 times a day like I used to. Nor have I been able to sit down with him and talk about anything at all. Nor have I been able to sit and watch a Yankees game with him, or a Notre Dame game, or a Knicks game or a New York football Giants game.</p><p>There are many things I&#8217;ve not been able to do with my dad since that dreadful day in 1995. But one thing is for sure, I have never had a day when I haven&#8217;t talked about him, thought about him or tried to live my life like him.</p><p>Happy Father&#8217;s Day, dad, you are very much missed.</p><p>So on this day &#8212; the 24th fatherless Father&#8217;s Day for me &#8212; I choose to recall things my dad and I did together.</p><p>I remember like yesterday:</p><p>Playing a lot of catch in our side yard at 210 Reynolds St. in Plymouth.</p><p>Taking a lot of swings at a tennis ball that my dad hung from an old cherry tree in that yard.</p><p>Sitting on the couch next to my dad watching hundreds of sporting events &#8212; most notably Yankee doubleheaders sponsored by Ballentine Beer and hearing announcer Mel Allen say, &#8220;How about that!&#8221;</p><p>Riding shotgun when my dad drove me to baseball practice and basketball practice and home again. Of course he sat and watched me the entire time I was practicing or playing.</p><p>Taking a tentative bite out of his sardine sandwich, with raw onion, butter, salt and pepper and remembering how good it was.</p><p>Chomping on the pepperoni we would share &#8212; dad would add Middleswarth potato chips and a beer. I ate the chips with a Glen Bottling Company lime soda.</p><p>Sitting across from him at Handley&#8217;s Diner on South Main Street, Wilkes-Barre &#8212; ham, mashed potatoes, corn and coleslaw always &#8212; before we went to visit mom in the Wyoming Valley Hospital.</p><p>Traveling to Philadelphia when Mom was at Hahnemann Hospital and eating at Horn &amp; Hardart restaurant next door &#8212; again we had the ham dinner special.</p><p>Traveling to New York for many weekend series at Yankee Stadium &#8212; and watching Mickey Mantle chase baseballs around the monuments that were in centerfield.</p><p>And traveling to Philadelphia to watch the Phillies and seeing Willie Mays and Willie McCovey of the Giants, Hank Aaron and Eddie Matthews of the Braves and Johnny Callison, Don Demeter, Cookie Rojas, Poncho Herrera, Jim Bunning and many more Phillies.</p><p>Being at Forbes Field in Pittsburgh to watch the Pirates and the Giants and seeing Roberto Clemente chase down a ball in the rightfield corner and rifling a throw to third base to nail a runner.</p><p>Sitting in Yankee Stadium in October 1964, and watching Ken Boyer of the Cardinals hit a grand slam right past us into the leftfield bleachers.</p><p>Being in Yankee Stadium and seeing Y.A. Tittle and Frank Gifford play for the Giants.</p><p>Traveling to Pittsburgh in 1959 to watch the Plymouth Little League team lose a heartbreaker, missing out on a trip to Williamsport. Joey Pechulis and John Galazin were the pitchers, Diddy Adams was the catcher, Jesse Hobbs, Eddie and Frank Harry, Ronnie Dopko, Ed Stabulis, Fred and Dave Rowlands, Petey Savage, Ricky Williams, Tom Oldfield and Ron Heidel &#8212; great team.</p><p>Waiting almost every day to hear the Plymouth Valiant backing up Reynolds Street after work. Dad would usually wait in the car to take me somewhere.</p><p>Sitting at the kitchen table as mom served us a home-cooked meal every night and my dad always thanking her for making such a delicious meal.</p><p>Watching TV westerns, his favorites, as dad would duck punches thrown by the likes of Ben Cartwright, James Arness and Audie Murphy.</p><p>Finding yet another Louis L&#8217;Amour western paperback for dad to read &#8212; he loved them all.</p><p>Watching &#8220;Wheel of Fortune&#8221; and trying to guess the puzzles faster than dad &#8212; he usually won.</p><p>Observing dad at ceremonies honoring veterans &#8212; he never missed any. He knew what it meant to serve your country and he also new that those who gave their lives should never be forgotten.</p><p>Watching him play cards &#8212; he counted every suit in pinochle, not just trump.</p><p>Being called down to Bobby Novak&#8217;s cafe for some homemade buttermilk and fried scrapple. Delicious!</p><p>Also being at Bob&#8217;s when Johnny Mazur and Johnny Blanchard visited. Mazur was a Plymouth QB who starred at Notre Dame and coached in the NFL. Blanchard played for the Yankees &#8212; he served in the Army with Bobby Novak.</p><p>Being at Plymouth Little League &#8212; dad was a co-founder &#8212; and observing how he loved baseball and he loved to help kids.</p><p>I could go on and on and on. There are so many more stories and memories to tell.</p><p>That&#8217;s what today is &#8212; a day of remembrance and a day for celebration of all the fathers &#8212; those gone and those still with us. My dad is always with me.</p><p>Happy Father&#8217;s Day.</p><style>
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<div class="neCaption">Bill O&#8217;Boyle Sr. visited the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, N.Y., in 1990 and stopped to check out the display about his beloved New York Yankees. </div></div><div class="metaInfo"><photo0>https://www.timesleader.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/web1_O-Boyle-s-dad-at-Cooperstown-1-.jpg</photo0><caption0>Bill O&#8217;Boyle Sr. visited the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, N.Y., in 1990 and stopped to check out the display about his beloved New York Yankees. </caption0><photoCredit0></photoCredit0></div><div class="neFile"><img class="neImage" src="https://www.timesleader.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/web1_Oboyle_Bill-2-1-3.jpg">
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<div class="metaInfo"><bylineMeta><p>By Bill O&#8217;Boyle</p><p>boboyle@www.timesleader.com</p></bylineMeta></div><div class="metaInfo"><shirttailMeta><p>Reach Bill O&#8217;Boyle at 570-991-6118 or on Twitter @TLBillOBoyle, or email at boboyle@www.timesleader.com.</p></shirttailMeta></div>

Beyond the Byline: Remembering special times with dad