Although I do have a picture of an old Hal “Prince Hal” Newhouser baseball card in my little digital menagerie, and the recent Sore Dove broadside by Jack Hirschman has a baseball theme, “Prince Hal” is probably more likely the poet Harold Norse. I will chug to that.
Meanwhile that little epiphany also sent me to this video of Jazz Cellar on Grant Street in SF where ruth weiss (probably not my relation, but both of us have Chicago roots) poetied (cross between “Poet” and “party”) like it was 1961.
On the other hand, this Italian website does seem to have some material bundling Jack Hirschman and Hal Newhouser.
In Todd Swindell’s obituary of Harold Norse, he says that Charles Bukowski is the one who started calling him “Prince Hal”. Swindell has a wordpress blog about Norse that merits digging my cleats deeper into the banter box. I am also standing a wee bit too close to the catcher such that I can reach around and steal these signs (from the Ginsburg estate