Sundays, Patterns Galore
Fenway Franks
In Boston’s grand old baseball stadium Fenway Park there was a time you could order up a hotdog with baked beans, sauerkraut, cheese and ketchup and enjoy it peacefully in a rowdy crowd waiting for a homer to soar over the Green Monster, the massive wooden wall in the back of the field.
Maybe breaking The Curse of a decades-long drought without a pennant drew down a curse of another kind. Hotdogs come without baked beans, without kraut, without any huckster’s twinkle.
The pattern above honors the Red Sox’s dogs of yore. Those were the days.