had this left-
mitt. He was left-
handed. The thing that
descriptive about it, though, was
that he had poems written all over the fingers
and the pocket and everywhere.
In green ink.
He wrote them on it so that he'd have
something to read when he was in the
field and nobody was up at bat.
He's dead now. He got
leukemia and died
when we were
up in Maine,