My God, it was like the Emerald City, and as you got closer you'd pick up your pace, and you'd give your tickets and go charging inside.

To think that someone we loved, trusted, opened our home to could do this to our daughter and granddaughter is beyond belief.

When the Dodgers left, it was not only a loss of a team, it was the disruption of a social pattern. A total destruction of a culture.

My God, it was like the Emerald City, and as you got closer you'd pick up your pace, and you'd give your tickets and go charging inside.

Farrell's Bar in Brooklyn had urinals so large they looked like shower stalls for Toulouse-Lautrec.

They miss Rachel and Lillian Rose every minute of every day. It doesn't bring them any comfort to see him standing there and know that their daughter and granddaughter are gone.

It was a terrible psychic blow... Ebbets Field was replaced by a housing project. How could a father tell his son where Duke Snider used to hit one? Point out Apartment 5Q?