There were titans in those days, part 2

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Well, that'd be okay, because at that moment I was suddenly swept back to my boyhood, when the neighborhood gang played softball in the big vacant lot between Phillip Daitch's and J. Fred Coots's houses. We called that field "Cootzeslot." It had no carefully manicured grass, as did this stadium, only a wild profusion of tall green weeds. Most important, we could run and yell in it, and no one complained. Cootzeslot was our sub-teen sanctuary. Another life. Another world. Childhood freedom. There was nothing like it.

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