A Knuckleball of Memories

I was born and raised in a hockey town north of the border where hockey was a religion, and baseball was a myth played in a foreign country.

During the summer of 67, at the age of 5, I spent the summer by the New Hampshire coast exploring the shoreline during the day and breathing in the deep fried seafood and salted taffy nights.

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