I remember many a time, going into someplace like Wrigley Field - where you could cut the humidity with a knife - and playing a doubleheader. I loved to play the game. It didn't matter if it was a doubleheader, or a single game, or a day game after a night game. I wanted to play.
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My father was the king of the joke-tellers. I was so impressed as a child watching him, holding people in rapt attention.
Classic art was the art of necessity: modern romantic art bears the stamp of caprice and chance.

