...as of today. Not a current Met, and not a well-known Met, but someone who wore the orange and blue long, long ago for a brief, almost minuscule period of time. He played for a Met team I watched very closely, and which sticks in my memory very clearly, but the reason I contacted him this morning was that I did not recognize his name at all. Not even vaguely. Which was weird--this was a very famous Metly team, and I have a ridiculously capacious memory. So I reached out, to a friend who has some MLB connections, and he raised an old email address for me, which got me right to him. I wrote him about coincidences--our birthdays are one day apart, and he grew up in the same town my dad is from, and GET THIS! Turns out, both he and his dad worked for the same company that my grandfather founded. After his baseball career, he worked for this company for thirty years, and has only nice things to say about it. (My granddad had an excellent reputation for being a fair employer.) He got rehired every winter by the company during his baseball career, and they took him on full-time after he retired from baseball. He wrote me back with this info, and expressed some interest in hearing more from me. I sometimes visit family in that town, and I expect to meet him in person whenever this pandemic lets me travel again. Seems to be a real nice fellow, answered me almost instantly and eagerly. Just for fun, based on what I've given you-- played well over thirty years ago, played extremely briefly, comes from a smallish city or town, is still living--would you care to guess at his identity? I will answer yes-or-no questions, and entertain wild guesses, until you figure out who my correspondent is.