This has nothing to do with crime or mysteries but I'm copying this Stodghill Says So blog here anyhow:
In the spring and summer of 1930 we were living in a brick apartment building only a stone’s throw from Navin Field, home of the Detroit Tigers. I didn’t know what it was about, but sometimes on spring afternoons I could hear people cheering inside the big enclosure that to me looked like just another building.
There were other boys in the neighborhood, most of them a… Continue
Posted on February 15, 2008 at 12:39am — 1 Comment