As I was taking these photos, a family walked by, and the three young boys, each clad in identical White Sox gear, listened as their dad explained the home plate. They stood shyly watching before I, idiotically slow on the uptake, realized that they wanted to surround the plat as I was doing. I stepped aside. "This is where Frank Thomas and Robin Ventura and Ozzie Guillen batted," dad said. "And Bo Jackson."
"So, this is where the game was played?" asked one son, gazing out skeptically toward the parking lot, his face betraying that blend of fantasy and reality that old ballpark footprints provide. It was a terrific moment, as if scripted and staged. Then they were off to the park to watch a baseball game, in real time.