The lively ditty “When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob, Bob Bobbin’ Along” might have been Jerry Whitworth’s favorite.
I’ve noticed several robins lately, which brought the song to mind in a bittersweet way. A sure harbinger of spring, I saw my first robin about the same time I learned Jerry had lost his months-long battle with cancer Sunday.
Now, let me navigate this – robins, spring, Jerry and, by progression, baseball.