When the weather is warmer, at all times of the day you may find families wandering about...and occasionally an impromptu pickup game on the old diamond.
There is a contingent of folk who have maintained the field...much to the chagrin of a few police officers who seem to need to clamp down on the potential for fun.
It is a huge field of dreams, dashed by a corrupt administration's rush for profit from scrapped metals and kickbacks. Many will not let it fade away into mere memory.
I considered the stadium the other day, and while saddened by its loss...immediately I remembered that one fellow holding his infant while leading a toddler around...pointing to things that used to be. Later on, I saw them tossing a baseball around the infield. That memory dampens the sadness...washes it away, ever so bittersweetly.
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