Crime, poverty still crushing Ebbets Field's spirit
NEW YORK -- On a quiet day, you can imagine the cheers and the baseball fans moving toward the Sullivan Place rotunda in Brooklyn, suits and ties, fedoras and pocket squares, fathers holding sons' hands, generations winding down to familiar seats. On a quiet day, you can imagine Duke Snider roaming the patio, and in your dreams, the bricks are lush grass and the concrete is powdery dirt and the drug dealers are children again, hopeful and innocent.
Those days are rare and fleeting, for Ebbets ...
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