Ticket Stubs and Nodding Heads
A ticket stub isn’t just proof you were there — it’s a receipt for a memory.
On either side of the shelves in my apartment, in walnut, they hang like bookends. Two glass-fronted frames filled with the ticket stubs from my 2014 Baseball in America Tour. Every game. Every park. I kept them all.
Some of them are holding up. Others, not so much. Modern stubs aren’t what they used to be. The printing's cheaper, the paper thinner. Noth…