I grew up in a small town, and at the end of our road was a cornfield.

Mr. Weller mowed a corner of his field every summer so the neighborhood boys could have a ball diamond. My three older brothers are in the front row, sitting on the “dugout” bench that my dad built.

Weller's Field

weller field
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