Born to poor Iowa lettuce farmers, as a young boy I counted on my superior physical abilities and athletic prowess to carry me out of poverty.  Unfortunately, an accident involving a sack of cantaloupes and several tons of styrofoam peanuts left me incapacitated for many years.  Only recently have I fully recovered, and now, too old to actually play baseball anymore, I've decided to ramble across the country on an old Dirt-Master tractor, visiting baseball stadiums and seeking my fortune.  These photographs are my legacy.

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