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I always feel like somebody’s watching me

9 November, 2012 (12:00) | Memories

When I was a kid I played baseball at a field that was on the same street as my grandfather’s (Pappap’s) house, but a good mile down the road, and across a pretty heavily trafficked intersection. Let me back up a little bit.  You have to know a little bit about Pappap.  I’m sure my […]

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