Searching for my mitt

Ever wonder what happened to your first Little League glove? Don Barone went in search of his first mitt and came away with an unexpected result.

Updated: October 30, 2006, 6:46 PM ET
By Don Barone | Special to Page 2

I-95 NORTH, SOMEWHERE IN SOUTH CAROLINA -- I'm searching for my mitt, my first Little League baseball glove. I'm midway through what would turn out to be a 2,334-mile, three-month, summerlong quest, and darkness flows through the open minivan window, smothering me, as I drive over the Coosawhatchie River bridge.

It's 11:20 p.m. In my rearview mirror, I see ghosts of huge, moss-strewed trees.

I am either coming up to, or just passed, the exit for the South of the Border tourist complex. ...

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