
When we were boys, we played baseball every day all summer long, from the earliest moments of sunlight until it grew so dark that we couldn't find the ball. We played full games, nine innings long, with as few as six players for both teams. We used special playground rules we thought we invented: tagging any base ...

A neon sign blinking “BAR” hung outside but everyone called it the Oak Room. Patrons professed this started as a joke, an irony, a way of saying the old joint in no way resembled The Plaza. Yet a faded grandeur pervaded. Perhaps customers of an earlier era coined the name in genuine appreciation of the saloon’s ...
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