As a baseball game filled the television screen below it, a portrait of Bill Denehy in better days hung on the wall.
The rendering showed Denehy in the 1960s, early in his career, a pitcher with a seemingly endless supply of games in the seasons ahead. Denehy was wearing the cap and jersey of the team that signed him out of high school, the New York Mets. He was young and promising, nary a wrinkle on his tanned face.