|No lights. No uniforms. No coaches.
Just Kids, Playing a game. Growing Up.
"Diamond In The Rough" is based
on the view from my childhood home, though I've shifted the neighbor's
houses around to fit my compositional needs. I have a 1927 photo
taken of my mother wheeling me in a wicker buggy in front of that
field which remained an empty lot long enough for me to learn
the rudiments of baseball there. Typically we had nothing like
enough players for two teams, so we came in from left field whenever
the older boys decided it was their turn at bat. Disputes over
rule breaking were endless, often citing examples set by Mel Ott
or Lou Gherig or Phil Caveratta, and were finally settled by those
same older boys who had established the batting order. Gloves
were shared, bats were commonly taped (as much for fractures of
the grip), balls were lumpen wrecks, and it was all glorious.