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Mom always batted cleanup

Editor’s note: Originally published in Florida Today, Melbourne, Fla.

Melbourne, Fla. – It was a sound that shall never go away. The sloshing noise of the washing machine was like a siren going off to my 11-year-old ears. Disaster was imminent. 

My jeans were in the washer, dirt caked on each knee, as usual. And precious – no, priceless baseball cards were in the right rear pocket. One of the more monumental trades in the history of the neighborhood was about to become a soggy wad of sloop.  . . .

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