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BLEAK AND DUSTY ALBERT WEST PARK WAS A SPOT FOR SPORTS AND DREAMS
Anthony R. Cannella
October 28, 1985
Only a child could have loved that park. Thick with dust and thin on amenities, it was actually little more than a field marked by wavering chalk lines, a rusted goalpost and a backstop made from railroad ties and chicken wire. But I cherished that bedraggled patch of Pennsylvania, as deeply as my mother loathed it.
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October 28, 1985

Bleak And Dusty Albert West Park Was A Spot For Sports And Dreams

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When I was 19, we moved away. My mother had neither triumphed over the park nor come to terms with it. Gracefully and gladly she retreated and tried to do what I could not: forget that it had ever been a part of our lives.

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