The Hawk

While attending the San Jose Giants baseball games, I met a young man named Nino. He was an usher and in charge of the section where I hold a season ticket. We had had other ushers and some seemed to do the job and others just stood around waiting for the game to be over. But Nino was special. As soon as he spotted someone from his section enter the grandstand and start toward their seat, he was right there to wipe the seat off and make sure that you knew that he knew that you were there. If someone attempted to sneak into the box seats without a ticket, he was right there to move them out and direct them to the proper area. He was so adept at spotting people who didn't belong in the section that we began to call him "The Hawk". I don't know what his career will turn out to be but I would hire him in a moment.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger
2 October 1994

The Hawk

Nino, the section B hawk

Is always there right on the spot.

Interlopers beware

You can try if you dare.

If you sit down, you're sure to be caught.

Gale L. Wolfenbarger

6 August 1993