Johnnie Neville, my dear friend Mary Jo’s dad, was one of fifteen children in a large Catholic family in Baltimore, Maryland. He spent three years in Europe in the Army Air Corps during World War II—tough duty by anyone’s estimation. He returned home on a ship to Newport News, Virginia, and then caught a train home to Baltimore. The train pulled into Camden Yards, which was still a railroad yard then and not the beautiful baseball stadium it is today.
