by Kevin Burton There is a cove that I visit, a path where I meander, to which no one on earth can follow. I don’t go often, but when I go, I go down deep. Out of despair from not being able to break into journalism, I decided at 24 to go …
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Old Times, Springtime And Baseball Cards
by Kevin Burton Mid-March, this time of year. In the old days, when it wasn’t quite time for baseball, it was time for baseball cards. Growing up at the school for the blind in Ohio in the 70s, with the gloom and chill of February fading, with temperatures perhaps in the high 40s …
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