The page is brown. It’s fifty years old, of course, half a century since I slid a buck and a quarter of lawn mowing money across the counter in Jess Ruttles’ Port Gamble General Store, when Mom turned her back to grab a couple cans of chili. Half a century since a book changed me forever.
It’s brown with age, and it’s brown from flipping to the end countless times in those fifty years.
“…would I do that? When it’s over for me, would I be hanging on with the Ross Eversoles?”
Do you think, when Jim Bouton wrote those words, paused, held his pen over the paper, deciding what to write next… Do you think he knew they’d lead into the greatest closing line of any book ever?
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