Spitball Army

Rickwood Field was built in the west side of Birmingham in 1910 – in the area near what is now referred to as Ensley – to house the Birmingham Black Barons of the Negro League. Its 104 years of age apparently makes it the oldest surviving pro baseball park in America. How lucky are we […]

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Wearing my late father’s t-shirt: comfortable, soft, not at all like his sun-leathered skin. His smell has been washed out of it.

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In New Mexico, writers drink Negra Modelo. In Mississippi, writers wear seer sucker suits. In Montana, writers go fly fishing.

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From a box of things, the long-sleever fits. I wear it to work, musing that I’d rather have Dad present than his perfect shirt.

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I’m going to try to write this letter as you write yours to me. In other words, I’m laying on my sack.

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“Is this not the whitest TV show you’ve ever seen?”

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