1977
"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons." - Unknown
In the summer of 1977, I played Little League baseball, a season that left me with fond, if vague, memories. I remember the names and faces of my childhood friends. Though I'm not close with any of them, I occasionally run into one of them. In the team picture, I'm in the second row, second from the left. The guy to the left…