I attended exactly one baseball game with my father at Fenway Park.
As I’ve explained before, money was tight when we lived in the Boston suburbs, and then we moved away when I was just nine years old, first to Indiana and then to Kansas City, halfway across the country. I went to Royals games with him after we got here, but he simply hadn’t had the tim…
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