"He had big, broad shoulders, with a tiny little waist. He wore a camel hair coat -- it was winter -- and a tiny little cap. He was a left-handed bowler, and had a terrible hook. But he couldn't control it. He'd send that ball down there and the pins would go flying. There were no machines in those days, the pins were all set up by hand. As soon as he let the ball go, my friend would dive out of the pit. Those pins went everywhere."

My Uncle Sammy used to set up pins at a bowling alley that Babe Ruth frequented. There were twelve kids all vying to be chosen to set up for the Babe. My uncle wasn't chosen, but he did get to watch.

He also scored an autograph, back in 1943.

Neat.