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Baseball, Blue Moon, and a Broken Bat
A lone voice echoed through the stadium chanting, “Let’s go Yankees,” She couldn’t have been more than 10 years old, but her voice carried and the passion for her team was undeniable. This is the epitome of what spring training looks and sounds like in Florida. I love baseball. I always have and to live…
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Mr. Happy
Mr. Happy was the first real Rastafarian I ever encountered. Dreads down his back, slow cadence, and the most laid-back individual I had ever come across. He was the quintessential Jamaican and our tour guide at botanical gardens in Ochos Rios when we visited many years ago. The name of that park eludes me now,…