In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I went home the other day, to the place where I grew up. The houses all looked the same--same colors, probably not the same people. Nothing was the same anymore. As I sat on what used to be MY front porch swing, I saw some boys playing step ball across the street I-wanted to join them. I wanted to explain that if the ball went over the hedges in my front yard, it was only a ground rule double. I wanted to tell them that if they hit the red brick columns on the porch,it was a homerun. They were playing all wrong. I wanted to yell at them, tell them they weren't playing right."
The Angle: Vol. 1992
, Article 46.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1992/iss1/46