Playing on the Roof

“One day my grandfather came to me and said, ‘It’s time you went to a baseball game. Get your jacket.’ The year was 1950; I was nine years old. . . . After purchasing tickets, we walked into the darkened building and up a long, shadowed winding ramp. In the distance, at the end of the ramp, was a rectangle of daylight. . . . When I stepped into the light, [w]hat I saw changed my life forever. The field was gigantic, larger than anything I had seen before. And the color—before that moment, I...