Doris Kearns Goodwin’s “Wait Till Next Year” is simply wonderful. Beautiful! It is the book (memoir) that I wish I had the ability to write. The similarities between our childhoods (even though she is two decades ahead of me) are striking: We were both raised Catholic (in the true sense of the religion), the love of baseball ran through our bodies and members of our family like a life force, and the neighborhood and friends we grew up with were seen as extensions of our family. Neighborhoods where everybody knew each other and looked after each other.
I doubt I have ever read a book that so parallels my own childhood and took me back to a happy time that is almost impossible emulate, and will forever live in my memory.

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