[Njagdu] [Fwd: [nagdu] Fan's every visit to Yankee Stadium a result of teamwork]

MS S TILLETT suetillett at verizon.net
Wed Aug 25 02:17:00 UTC 2010


You are so lucky that your friend lives near enough to truck around with.  My friend is in Middlebury Vermont and only comes down once a year.  I used to go up there a lot.  They live on a sheep farm and I used to go up for lambing and take care of the bottle babies.  I used to think I would live in Vermont but now I don't want those long winters or mud season in the spring.  There is nothing like old friends!  

Sue, Wonder, and Gillah
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Suzanne Woolbert 
  To: New Jersey Association of Guide Dog Users 
  Sent: Tuesday, August 24, 2010 7:00 PM
  Subject: Re: [Njagdu] [Fwd: [nagdu] Fan's every visit to Yankee Stadium a result of teamwork]


  Wow, Sue,
  It was almost like you were talking about me, with your best friend and God daughter. My friend Debbie and I have known each other since toddlerhood too, and her daughter, six months older than mine, is my God daughter. We trek all over the place together with Taj, sometimes just for girls' outings, unless we include my son, Bryan. Either way, it's always a lot of fun. You made me miss New York when you talked about Broadway and the surrounding neighborhoods. It's been several years since I've been back.

  Suzanne
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    From: njagdu-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:njagdu-bounces at nfbnet.org]On Behalf Of MS S TILLETT
    Sent: Monday, August 23, 2010 8:57 AM
    To: New Jersey Association of Guide Dog Users
    Subject: Re: [Njagdu] [Fwd: [nagdu] Fan's every visit to Yankee Stadium a result of teamwork]


    My oldest best friend, we have been friends since we were two years old, and I meet once a year in the city for a long weekend.  Her daughter, my god daughter, is a singer/song writer and will be performing.  We usually try to catch a Broadway show and explore new neighborhoods.  Don't know what else we will do but we will have a good time!   My niece lives in the city and is giving us her apartment for the weekend.  It is a fifth floor walk-up, which Wonder thinks is excessive.  After three days Wonder and I are ready to come home but she loves working the city.  

    Sue, Wonder, and Gillah
      ----- Original Message ----- 
      From: Suzanne Woolbert 
      To: New Jersey Association of Guide Dog Users 
      Sent: Sunday, August 22, 2010 5:12 PM
      Subject: Re: [Njagdu] [Fwd: [nagdu] Fan's every visit to Yankee Stadium a result of teamwork]


      Sue,
      That sounds great! It's always good to get away for a weekend, and I've always loved the city in September, the beginning of street fairs and festivals and the like.

      Suzanne
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        From: njagdu-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:njagdu-bounces at nfbnet.org]On Behalf Of MS S TILLETT
        Sent: Saturday, August 21, 2010 8:47 PM
        To: New Jersey Association of Guide Dog Users
        Subject: Re: [Njagdu] [Fwd: [nagdu] Fan's every visit to Yankee Stadium a result of teamwork]


        That's two good stories!  Keep it up.  Wonder and I are proud of you, and it's good for your kids too.  

        I don't seem to travel far and wide like I used to.  I tell Wonder "if she knew how hard I worked my first three dogs her tongue would be hanging out.  We are looking forward to making two trips to NYC in September though, and one will  be for a long weekend.  

        Sue, Wonder, and Megillah
          ----- Original Message ----- 
          From: Suzanne Woolbert 
          To: New Jersey Association of Guide Dog Users 
          Sent: Saturday, August 21, 2010 9:48 AM
          Subject: Re: [Njagdu] [Fwd: [nagdu] Fan's every visit to Yankee Stadium a result of teamwork]


          Hi, Tracy and all,
          That's an awesome and very touching story. It's all about freedom and
          independence to be able to do what you want, and having the confidence to do
          it. I now do things with my dog, Taj that a few years ago I wouldn't have
          thought I would.

          In the past two years, I have become a single mom. At times, I travel with
          my dog, kids and adult friends, but we've been making more solo trips
          lately. This past week I was on vacation and my kids and I were determined
          to strike out on our own. Bryan, also visually impaired and eleven, and
          Lauren, sighted and nine, traveled to the beach at the Hilton in Atlantic
          City where Taj enjoyed the sand and the surf. Another day, we went to Bounce
          U, one of those very noisy and crowded places for children to jump and play
          for two hours. The next night, we found ourselves on the Ocean City
          Boardwalk, in and out of shops, restaurants, and on the Cast Away Cove Pier
          for amusement rides. UP and down steps, in and out of noisy lit-up rides,
          and through crowds of people Taj and I followed behind my two kids.
          Yesterday, we went to Clementon Water Park. I spent a lot of time cooling
          Taj off with bottles of water over his neck and back, and bowls full to
          drink. We traversed the park to find the different water rides, lunch tables
          and games. I do believe he sighed a heavy sigh of relief when at last the
          Access Link bus pulled up to our home some nine hours later, and we walked
          quietly down the steps and made a detour to his favorite spot in a field
          next door for a break.

          The moral of the story--it can be done! It's all about confidence and faith
          in yourself and your dog.

          Thanks for reading
          Suzanne

          -----Original Message-----
          From: njagdu-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:njagdu-bounces at nfbnet.org]On
          Behalf Of Tracy Carcione
          Sent: Thursday, August 19, 2010 7:46 AM
          To: njagdu at nfbnet.org
          Subject: [Njagdu] [Fwd: [nagdu] Fan's every visit to Yankee Stadium a
          result of teamwork]


          This story is from last year, but I enjoyed re-reading it.
          The other day, I put on the Yankees game for a minute, during the
          commercial in the Mets game, and Jane and Pete Lang were in the broadcast
          booth.  It was fun listening.  Jane's new dog is Clipper, so he has a Joe
          DiMaggio jersey. The broadcasters were remarking how quietly Clipper was
          lying there.  People remark the same about my Ben.  I expect my dog to lie
          quietly, but JQ Public seems to expect him to be leaping about like a
          fool.  Guess they're used to untrained dogs.
          Anyway, here's last year's story.


          NEW YORK - The doors to the D Train open at 161st and River Ave and they
          step onto the platform, one unlikely Yankees fan guiding another through the
          dense game-day crowd.

          Laramie leads the way. Jane Lang follows at his side. They walk up a
          stairwell to the street and past the vendors lined up alongside the famous
          ballpark. They circle around to Gate 4, where Laramie stops in front of his
          favorite tree. He has earned a quick bathroom break.

          "Isn't this place something?" Lang asks when they finally make their way to
          her seats behind home plate. This is a spot that gives her an ideal view of
          the old ballpark, from the famous facade that looms in the outfield to the
          infield grass that is always a perfect shade of green.

          Except she has never seen Yankee Stadium - at least not in the way most fans
          have. Jane Lang is blind. Laramie, a golden retriever, is her guide dog. For
          the past eight years, they have made the trip from their home Morris Plains
          to the Bronx too many times to count.

          And one week from today, along with 55,000 other fortunate fans, they will
          make it for the final time.


          "I am very sad about it. I love it here," Lang said. She is wearing a
          light-blue Derek Jeter T-shirt and dangly Yankees earrings, and Laramie has
          curled up on a Yankees beach towel spread at her feet. "The minute I step
          into Yankee Stadium, I feel safe.

          "I feel home."

          Yankee Stadium means something different to every fan that has walked
          through its gates since 1923. The first time Lang made this trip, she
          gripped the metal bar in front of her seat, heard those familiar sounds of
          batting practice and beer vendors, and couldn't stop her tears.

          "What are you crying for?" the usher asked her. "We haven't even lost the
          game yet!"

          "I'm crying," Jane Lang said, "because I got here on my own."

          That first journey was not without an unintentional detour. She had filled
          her pockets with eight pieces of candy, one for each stop the D Train would
          make, and popped one into her mouth every time the doors opened.

          But she must have dropped one piece along the way, because she got off one
          stop too soon. It didn't take long to figure out that something was wrong,
          though. Laramie wouldn't budge until she got back on the train.

          He leads her around puddles in the street and past careless teenagers
          talking on their cell phones as the walk. He makes sure she stops on every
          corner and waits for the light to turn green.

          He walks like a typical New Yorker, never hesitant to bump his way through a
          slow-moving crowd. Lang follows at his right side, whispering "good boy"
          when he stops at the subway stairs or near the edge of a ramp.

          It is a two-hour trip that could test the nerves of a person with 20/20
          vision. Lang, 65, makes it about 25 times a year, sometimes with her husband
          Pete to help, but often just with Laramie.

          "You can't be afraid," Lang said, "because if you're afraid, you can't do
          anything."

          She has experienced Yankee Stadium in a way unlike any of the millions of
          people who have come here. She has listens to the radio broadcast of the
          game in one ear and the reaction from the crowd in the other. If the other
          fans get angry about a call, she joins them.

          "Hey ump!" she'll yell from her seat. "Are you watching the same game I'm
          watching?"

          Pete planned a special surprise for their 41st wedding anniversary, leading
          her onto the field before a game and into the Yankees dugout where Jorge
          Posada was waiting for her.
          She reached up and felt his face.

          "He has such a great smile, he really does," she said. "And he hit a home
          run that day!"
          She was sitting next to Harlan Chamberlain the night his famous son, Joba,
          made his much-anticipated first start for the Yankees. Harlan, who uses a
          wheelchair, held her hand so tight she thought it would break, and when she
          touched his cheek, she felt the tears.

          The Yankees have become her family. Maybe the fans around her are furious
          with the team for its struggles on the field this season, but Lang is
          grateful that they put a fresh patch of sod outside for Laramie if he needs
          to make a bathroom break. She kisses the concessionaire and sends Christmas
          cards to the ushers.

          She wishes she could meet owner George Steinbrenner some day, because she
          knows exactly what she would tell. "You know what I would do?" she said. "I
          would touch his face and give him a big hug and say, 'Thanks for giving me
          so much joy over the years.'"

          Lang hopes she can still visit the new Yankee Stadium next year, but
          Laramie, now 10, won't come back after the final trip to the old ballpark on
          Sunday. The team even put his picture on the scoreboard screen last month,
          congratulating him on his upcoming retirement.

          That day after the game, as the two walked down the steps to the D Train,
          fans spotted the golden retriever.

          "Make way for Laramie!" they yelled, and the crowded parted to let them
          through.

          He will lead her down those steps one last time next week, and Lang knows
          she'll be crying when he does. But they'll leave this place with a lifetime
          of memories from a ballpark she has seen in way nobody else has.




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