My Brother’s Hero and A Stranger’s Kindness
It was 1969 and Fritz, 5, mistook a black man in a diner for Willie Mays. The man sweetly played along.
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My Brother’s Hero and A Stranger’s Kindness
Every August throughout the 1960s, he would pile my sister and me into the car at 4:30 a.m. and drive us from our small town of 1,500 in rural Oregon to Candlestick Park on San Francisco Bay ...