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The Forgotten Virtues of Vocation

February 11, 2021

I attended my first professional baseball game in July of 1975. The Boston Red Sox traveled to the dearly departed Milwaukee County Stadium to face the Brewers. Hank Aaron was in the final years of his Hall of Fame career while Jim Rice and Robin Yount were beginning theirs. My senses were overwhelmed: the sight of freshly cut green grass, the excitement of the fans, the smoke rising from the grills of a thousand tailgaters, and the music blaring from the speakers prodding the crowd to cheer. Right then, like any other eight-year boy across America, I knew exactly what I wanted to be…

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