Cory Sheldon
Setting is West Branch neighborhood 1989-1993. Sheldon household for many games of backyard baseball. We had to keep moving home plate as we got stronger for the all important home runs. This memory of Tim is a classic and we still use it today. Home plate is now in the backyard hitting towards the street, but the homerun had to clear the road to count and stay inside the street light which made a perfect left field foul pole. This particular day Fran was batting, I was pitching and Tim was in the street. Fran crushes it...a no doubt abouter. Slight problem, he pulled it. This caused some chaos and a brother on brother argument if the ball stayed fair. Tim finally screamed the word “Milner” to those who were there had no idea who “Milner” was. To find out that was Francis eye doctor. Laughter broke out and it stuck. So from that point on even now an obvious errant call is a “Milner”. Years after while competing in golf tournaments I would and still say Milner when misreading putts on the green. Playing opponents just stared at me. I told them it’s a long story but it’s from a good friend. Even though life takes us in different directions you never forget your childhood memories and we had many with Tim and the whole gang. Rest In Peace Tim, you will be missed!
God Bless you and your family.
Cory
