A friend of mine died in an automobile accident over the weekend. It was one of those senseless, random events that takes a joyful soul too early and provides a reminder to live every minute.
I met Judy Shinogle when I was an analyst at the Congressional Budget Office between 1995 and 1998, then lost track of her for a while, when our life paths led us in different directions.
In 2009, we reconnected and Judy joined my season-ticket group. Partway through that season, she said something that’s been replaying in my mind tonight, “Thanks Jenn, for getting me into baseball. I’m having a blast.”
Of course, that comment wasn’t really about me. Instead, it was about Judy, who had a blast doing many things, and also about baseball, a shared experience that’s wonderful for creating new friendships and renewing old ones. Last year in September, Judy and I enjoyed ladies’ night in the Diamond Club. I’m so glad we did that.
This year, Judy used her first pick in my ticket draft to make sure she would become the owner of a Michael Morse bobblehead. How can you not love a woman who prioritizes getting a trinket that’s guaranteed to make you smile?
Hey Judy, I’ll miss you. Be sure to root for the Nats from heaven.