I remember the Chillicothe ballplayers grappling the Long Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And the shoulders of the Chillicothe players were a red smoke against the sundown and the shoulders of the Rock Island players were a yellow smoke against the sundown. And the umpire's voice was hoarse calling balls and strikes and outs and the umpire's throat fought in the dust for a song.
Carl SandburgThe machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.
Carl SandburgShame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
Carl Sandburg