To have a sense of yourself, you must feel part of something larger than yourself.
It is funny what things become Eau Claire memories. I realize last night that in the fifties when I was a kid, I was a loyal Milwaukee Braves fan. Most people in EC were. You could walk down the street in the summer and hear the Braves announcers call the games. One of the names called out in our town was the name of the greatest Cub of all, Ernie Banks. The game brought the greatest player right into our town. Willie Mayes, Frank Robinson, Stan Musial, etc. So Ernie Banks, whom I highly respected, is an Eau Claire memory for me. And he died yesterday at age 83. And another of the all-time great athletes in our culture is gone forever, except in our memories.