Less like Koufax than a combo of Sal the Barber and Don Drysdale. With some Walter "Big Train" Johnson tossed in.

I survived, although I stayed a lot longer in Connecticut than expected. (Only I could get through hurricane season on the Gulf Coast without a fresh breeze and end up riding one out in Darien....) And - due to the incredible hospitality of the good people thereof, a hospitality so rigorous I began to fear for my liver and my constitution - I had a lovely and informative time.

Yes, there will of course be a book out of it, in time. For now ... back to 1937.