This was the beginning. The end of our round-the-clock games of Stickball. In Bushwick, it was a "my court, my rules" kind of game. Where you were a star if you could hit a Spaulding two sewers. Legend had it that Willy Mays could hit it three and then some. It was nineteen fifty-five, the year after my father left us and drove the big, blue Mercury to …
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