I was watching the HBO miniseries, The Pacific. In the next to last chapter, the Marines are engaged in the battle for Okinawa. It was a horrific fight, and the US suffered the highest casualties of any battle in the Pacific. It got me thinking about one of the people responsible for me loving the Dodgers and the game as much as I do.
In June of 1958, about a week after school was over and also a week after my tenth birthday, my mother made the decision to put me in the care of the Los Angeles County welfare system.