I didn't know who Curt Gowdy was when my Mom asked the flight attendant, "is that Curt Gowdy?"
We were heading to Jackson Hole, WY the summer of 1987. As soon as our puddle jumper of a plane landed, Mom approached Mr. Gowdy on the tarmac (who was traveling with his son) struck up conversation and asked for his autograph.
I still have the picture of Mom chatting Mr. Gowdy up while he's signing his name. The Grand Teton mountain range looks on in the background.
Tonight, the voice of the Boston Red Sox is looking down on the world.
Curt Gowdy, July 31, 1919 - Feb. 20, 2006