James T. Farrell

Out in Roseland, on the southeast side of Chicago, I sat in the kitchen of Matthew Dillon, fitter and burner at the big nearby General Motors plant. "We never had anything like Little League when we were kids," said...

Novelist James T. Farrell finds baseball's shrine at Cooperstown not only a rich storehouse of mementos but a wonderful stimulus for the memories of great days on the diamond treasured by millions of Americans

Now that we are riding hard into our sixth week of publication, I thought you might like to look at a guidepost which marked the trail at the very start. An early document of SI is one which Assistant Managing Editor...