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…
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