The generations circled the bases, the dust rose for forty years as
runners slid in from third, dead boys hit doubles, famous men made errors at
shortstop, forgotten friends tapped the clay from their spikes with their bats
as they stepped into the batter's box.
--Irving Shaw,
Voices of a Summer Day (1965)
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Last Revised: July 5, 1995