Now this young man looked like someone out of a Norman Rockwell painting: jet black hair with a rogue curl, work shirt and work-worn jeans and a toddler of about 3 balanced on his hip. It was as if America itself was asking the question, or so it seemed to me. The three of us […]
Continue readingOn the pothole-plastered streets of West Brighton, Staten Island, I spent the winter of 2008 scooping up ground balls and smashing tennis balls into parked cars with an aluminum bat whenever it was warm enough. My crouched batting stance was meant to mimic former New York Yankees second baseman Alfonso Soriano, and the casualness I […]
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