![]() No baseball cap forgotten on a closet shelf. Not one ball lost in our blooming Birds of Paradise. My younger brother and sister and I spent hours searching for clues proving the baseball star had slept there. But when they told us we’d be renting a house previously lived in by a famous baseball player, we were all in.īefore you picture an 8,000 square-foot beach-front mansion complete with several pools, a five-car garage, and many large screens, let me say it was a modest rental that our family of five squeezed into, typical of the early 60s. They plopped us down in Florida for a short recuperative period. When I was in junior high, a family member’s health caused my parents to take my siblings and me out of school. But some of my settings, an occasional character, and even a few plot points really happened. Of course, by the time I complete the final draft they may not be recognizable. When I’m writing a novel, I occasionally add embellished details from my real life. ![]() ![]() True confessions (Don’t you love a story that begins with those two words?). ![]()
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