So many “Super Heroes” have origin stories these days, and while I am not a super hero, I believe nearly everyone in these trying times is being heroic.

Today March 26, 2020 should have been Opening Day for Major League Baseball, however due to the devastating impact of Coronavirus Covid-19 baseball as well as most other participant events has been postponed indefinitely. Since I am basically sheltering in place these days, I thought it might be a good time to create a narrative for my grandchildren on their great grandfather, as he was definitely great!

In his young years, his hair was red, and although his actual name was Jess, few people knew him by any other name but Red. Born and raised in San Francisco, CA on December 5, 1900 he played ball in younger years, and pitched for the Mission Reds. He earned a degree as an Osteopath, and became a trainer, first at the College of Marin and then with the Oakland Oaks a minor league team that was Part of the Pacific Coast League before Major League Baseball expanded to the west coast in 1958. I have early memories of the Oak and San Francisco Seals Stadiums, but my most vivid childhood baseball memories are at Candlestick Park!

Below is a story about my father, written shortly after his death in 1965. In the photo on the left is my godfather, Moch Lucchessi, in the middle is the author Bill Sobranes and on the right is my dad Red Adams!