Everyone Loves Baseball

There’s a small ballpark near me on Hudson Street. People always stop to watch the little leaguers. I remember I used to go and sit in this park at night, whenever I was sad. It made me feel better. But at some point they started locking up the park in the evening and I couldn’t do that any longer. Bastards!

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Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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