Rummaging around some old things yesterday in the family archive, I
came across this old gem from my youth, an instructional record on
bunting by Phil Rizzuto. I thought it had been forever lost. I can't
wait to listen to it, as soon as I can hook up the old record player.
(And I'll try to get an MP3 together here shortly.) As I wrote
after the Scooter passed away last year, this was one of my favorite
records as a child. I listened to it over and over again, laying down
the drags and sacs in my parents' living room, dodging the coffee table
(home) on my way to the ottoman (first base). There was something
intrinsically optimistic about its message of easy self-improvement, and the bright red disc with its funky typography,
beanie-style cap, and hip shades reinforced that positive feeling. That, of course, was Rizzuto in a nutshell: a plucky little guy, impossible
not to love.