Knothole Day

I went to Benchwarmer Bob’s and picked up my first copy of The Rake, and I found the article about Ray Dandridge [“Stranded on Third,” July]. It was most interesting to me, since he is the only ballplayer I ever asked for an autograph. It’s still a vivid memory, climbing out of the stands at Nicollet ball park and meeting Mr. Dandridge along the right-field line as they were walking off the diamond, the bright lights, the very green grass. As a little kid from Northeast Minneapolis, I wasn’t into racism or politics. All I knew was that I saw a great ballplayer.
Virgil Nelson
Burnsville