A missive from Mrs. Orel:
Once a year, for his birthday in April, I buy my husband Dodger tickets for us to attend a game together.
I like baseball. I don't breathe baseball, but I like the in-person experience of our All-American pastime. I like the crowd, the seventh-inning stretch, the peanuts, the Dodger Dogs. I like peppering my husband with questions he can't answer.
"Is Loney married?"
"Don't know."
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