Autumn of 1969, my uncle lived a stone’s throw
from Shea Stadium, Queens, New York. Planes we’d
see, hear and could almost touch overhead from his
backyard were the same ones flying there in
black and white on Channel 9. Everyone mostly from
back then is gone now. But the call of the final out
still ricochets through space and time as a wave
of sound and image, bounced off Telestar, Cleon Jones
forever under the shot to left before the large white
letters 371.

© Chagall ∞

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