The stairs leading from WXXI’s lobby all the way up to our creative services department on the fifth floor offer a good view of the stands at Frontier Field.
Today they are full – of snow. But just about every time I catch a glimpse of that stadium, regardless of the season, nostalgia kicks in. Despite the thick glass and the busy street between me and the field, I can "hear" the clean crack of a bat and the organ rallying an exuberant crowd. I can "smell" the French fries and the Rohrbach’s. I can "see" my young son Ben’s amazement as a foul ball somehow drops in his lap. I can "feel" the sun going down and the warm evening breeze kick in.