To get a memory, you need to give a memory.
In 2002, I sent a recollection to outfielder John Moses. Not an autograph request. Just a letter of thanks.
He rewarded me with an autographed card — and much more.
I attended several games in Seattle’s Kingdome in 1992. The former Twin had joined the Mariners. Or had he?
The first time I read his name on the scoreboard, I paused. JOHNNY Moses?
Was this his idea? Did the M’s think a new start needed a new name? I suspected that someone might have thought a younger first name might add some speed or vigor to a veteran’s comeback.
I didn’t want to accuse Moses or the team of some sneaky plot. After all, I noted that my Aunt Bernice refused to call me “Tom.” Although I endured being called “Tommy,” I still felt like a Tommy at age 41.
Moses wrote back!
“Tom —
Don’t worry. My Mom called me ‘Johnny’ for 47 years now. And it has never bothered me. I was always known as ‘Johnny Mo’ around the baseball field.
Remember the great names:
Johnny Bench
Tommy Davis
Johnny Pesky
Tommy Helmsalso
JOHNNY Moses
Take care.
Sincerely,
Johnny Moses”
As proof of his dual identity, he signed his 1991 Score “John” card “Johnny Moses.”