I'm No Joe DiMaggio

I tried my hand at Little League and quickly determined I was not cut out for baseball. Frankly, I was afraid of the ball. The coach always put me out in right field so I’d not get much chance to lose the games for our team. We played at the field below what by then had become the Boys Club – the old gym building at Iowa Street School. Across the field, beyond the fence and on the other side of a creek, lay the railroad tracks and Fallbrook’s train depot. Those, too, are now long-gone. But if a train was in town, my attention was much more focused on watching the train than watching the game.

- another excerpt from my autobiography