Billy Hunter and I were classmates at Dana Ave. Elementary School. He wasn't the smallest kid in 4th grade, but he was close to it. Maybe because he was small in size, he was very big in tenaciousness. He would never give up.
I remember one recess. All the boys gathered at the baseball diamond to choose up sides. Billy usually was the last one picked and of course, the last one to have a chance to hit.
Back in 4th grade, time went by slowly, except for recess. Often Billy didn't even get up to bat, but when he finally stepped up to the plate he brought all he had, b
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