I grew up in the same township in rural Upstate New York and went to school with Johnny's three younger brothers; in fact we served as altar boys together. Johnny gave the belt to my father who knew the entire family as a gift for serving as a deer-hunting guide in the Adirondack Mountains for Johnny, some other Bums and a couple of the Yanks. That was shortly after that stunning game, which I watched with my family...I was 8. The belt passed to me when dad passed and I have kept it as a treasure since 1980. The last time I saw Johnny was at an authographing appearance in Suburban Washington D.C. Johnny hadn't seen me since I was that little kid and at this meeting, I had just retired from the Navy. I bought a baseball and stood in the long line awaiting my turn and Johnny kept looking down the line at me. When I got up to him he said, "I can't remember your name, but you're from back home". When I told him my name I was treated to a big hug and then he chewed me out for paying for the baseball! He had my money refunded; still the young man who grew up in those small-town mountain codes of honor. It's time to pass the belt along and I just lost my son to whom the belt was supposed to pass. It needs to go to someone who'll appreciate what Johnny did in that game; he was a very young man on a very big stage. He won the game and was named the MVP. He did himself, his family and all of the people of that mining community proud.