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LOCAL LEGENDS

Moegle Family

On the Road

by Melinda Moegle Heinrich and Sherry Moegle Hull

he days were long.
The evenings
Tlonger. School
was out. Baseball season
ended, and that meant
one thing … summertime
and vacation. Not just a
trip, but an adventure -
one exceptional, over-
the-top, three-week
adventure ... but only
after Dad’s annual Bobby we loaded our station wagon with lean our heads on Mom’s and Dad’s
Moegle Baseball School in June. Barbies and a horse collection. We headrests filled with questions.

Dad’s baseball camp was a went to bed telling ourselves to “How far from home are we?” “Is
family affair. Mom would create fall asleep quickly, knowing Dad this town bigger than Lubbock?“
registration forms and t-shirts. would be back early in the morning “Do you want to play the ABC
Registrations were recorded on a to put us in the back of the forest game?” Dad welcomed the flurry of
yellow legal pad, and phone calls green, wood-paneled station wagon. questions after hours of driving in
were made to remind each player to Dad would scoop us up and place silence. Mom would record every
bring a glove to the Monterey High us on the perfectly cozy bed mom detail of her well-planned vacations
School practice field. Bobby Moegle made for us in the rear of the station in a small spiral-bound notebook
Baseball School was not only for the wagon. Barely awake, we would she kept in the glovebox.
player; it was also the extra income wait for the doors from the front After a long day of driving, it would
needed to support our summer seat to close – both of them – so we’d be time to search for a motel within
vacations. know Mom and Dad were there. our budget. We looked for the red

Bobby Moegle is known for how The quiet hum of the engine, the prices on each motel marquee as if it
he excelled in coaching baseball rhythmic streetlights passing by, were a game. We usually found the
and impacting his players’ lives. and driving over the evenly divided lowest price of $12.99 at a Motel 6,
But he was always a family man street joints of Indiana Avenue never a La Quinta or Holiday Inn.
first; baseball was always second. would lull us back to sleep. Dad (We were saving money to splurge
Mom was our travel planner, and would drive empty roads for hours, on the nicer hotels once we arrived
we all looked forward to the big until the sun rose, and we’d begin at our destination.) Dad would
cross-country trip every year. The to stir. As soon as we woke up, we go to the lobby to secure a room
night before our family vacation, would climb over the backseat to for the night. When he returned

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