If my math is correct, Dick Williams was 38 when he managed the Sox in '67. That amazes me. He seemed like an old guy back then (I was 9).
I remember I had a pin stuck onto my bulletin board in my bedroom -- it said "Dick Williams for President". That's what it was like that fall of '67 -- Williams had taken a perrenial basement dweller and tranformed them into an inspired winner. He owned this town in the summer and fall of 1967. An emotional year -- young Conigliaro beaned; Yaz playing O & D like a monster; Lonborg winning 20; a number of individual plays etched indelibly in the minds of Boston's youth.
Dick Williams could do no wrong for that marvelous moment in time.