Somewhere, Lionel Richie Sings “Hello”
OK, it’s better than a blind girl’s secret and spooky art class project, but there is still something rather haunting about the bust of Rod Carew looking so plaintive and wistful amidst all the efforts to monetize the epehemera of the game he loved and played with such art and science. Or maybe it’s just that he’s lonely, maybe missing his teammates. Or his hat. Or his appendages.









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