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Have you ever found anything of value between the covers of a used book? The only thing I have found is gum wrappers, movie ticket stubs and one time I found a feather.
I have heard of notable finds that included a Mickey Mantle rookie baseball card and a golf scorecard signed by Don Drysdale and Sandy Koufax.
At my last trip to Friends of the Library bookstore at Alhambra, I found the following books:
Baseball and the Cold War_Howard Senzel.
The Echoing Green Joshua _Prager
Seasons Past_Damon Rice.
Season Ticket Roger Angel
I had checked out the Echoing Green from the library some time but I really did not have time then and had to return it. I was glad that this book was among my finds.
So currently I am reading The Echoing Green. This is not only a very good baseball book but a very good book. I know the ending but it is reading like a very good novel.
I also found this book at another library sale. I have only read the story of Rube Marquard and Tommy Leach but so far this is another very good book. I am throughly enjoying the stories of these baseball players of yesterdays as told in their own humble words.
I recently went to the downtown LA library and found another treasure in “The Baseball Reader : Favorites from the Fireside Books of Baseball” Edited by Charles Eisntein. This book has articles by well-known sportwriters and a good selection of poetry and fiction. I want my own copy!
The last article I read from this book is Roger Angell who is one of my favorites.
I am sure you will like and relate to the conclusion of Roger Angell’s article on “1975: Boston Red Sox 7, Cincinnati 6”
It is foolish and childish, on the face of it, to affiliate ourselves with anything so insignificant and patently contrived and commercially exploitative as a professional sports team, and the amused superiority and icy scorn that the non-fan directs at the sports nut (I know this look–I know it by heart) is understandable and almost unanswerable. Almost.
What is left out of this calculation, it seems to me, is the business of caring–caring deeply and passionately, really caring–which is a capacity or an emotion that has almost gone out of our lives. And so it seems possible that we have come to a time when it no longer matters so much what the caring is about, how frail or foolish is the object of that concern, as long as the feeling itself can be saved. Naïveté –the infantile and ignoble joy that sends a grown man or woman to dancing and shouting with joy in the middle of the night over the hazardous flight of a distant ball–seems a small price to pay for such a gift.
Sad to report that another of our Brooklyn Dodgers passed away. We are now down to 59. Rest in peace Billy Loes