Good Old Days Magazine

No Fore-Thought

nce upon a time, the game of baseball was truly America’s pastime, especially among developing sandlotters who had aspirations of becoming the next Babe Ruth or Cy Young. Baseball fields abounded, flattened out of the thick underbrush anywhere a patch of vacant real estate could be converted into a field of dreams.

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