Spring Training
St. Pete, Florida, 1979
For the first week, we rented a motel room with a kitchenette. No sink, a stove with two burners enough to warm the baby’s bottles. An hour into our stay, Denis left for practice, hitched a ride with another ballplayer. The woman who showed us the place told me to keep the screen door shut or the chameleons would get in. I didn’t know she was talking about lizards. I took the baby for a walk, pushed the stroller to the end of the lot, into the new world—flat and feverish
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