Mel Dupont’s ability to fix things, and his unwavering honesty, is part of the reason I’ve sat in press boxes the last 40 years. I thought of him often Wednesday night while working at Fenway, watching the Red Sox win the World Series. I’m sure many baby boomers thought of their late parents and maybe grandparents, wishing just once in their lifetimes they witnessed such splendor in the Back Bay grass.
My dad probably would not have watched the Series clincher on television. He preferred his Sox served on the radio. He was born in 1922, in America’s pre-TV bronze era, and his connection to his favorite team remained mostly through newspapers and radio. Full story for BostonGlobe.com subscribers.