On Cedar Lake
May 31, 2022
2 minutes
By Kenneth Hoffman
or a 10-year-old, life in the city was no picnic. There were gangs to be avoided, and scuffed, bare, dusty lots where impromptu baseball games reigned. Being small of stature, I never got picked for a team until everybody else was chosen. We played marbles in the dirt and wandered through abandoned
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