I was shocked – and greatly saddened — on Saturday morning when I read of Kenny Schreiber’s death the previous day. After all, I had just visited him a few weeks earlier at his home and he seemed to be recovering well from a serious illness. We had talked for over two hours, for so long, in fact, that his wife, Judy, finally had to break in because he had missed his supper.
I worked closely with Kenny for 28 years as sports editor of the La Porte County Herald-Argus. We had an immediate bonding because we both loved baseball and both were Chicago White Sox fans (during his grade school years he lived across the street from the White Sox park). We also both believed that baseball was a major sport, every bit as important as the likes of basketball and football. I rode the bus with the Slicer baseball team to out-of-town games several hundred times, I’m sure. Some of the most bone-chilling weather I ever worked in was at baseball games.