Our family business was operating batting cages. The pitching machine spit out the balls at lightning speed. Don Drysdale, Sandy Koufax. Whitey Ford. 50 cents for 12 pitches. Of course, my mother ran the place, and I was her slave: selling candy, hosing down the street, and the most dreaded of all jobs, feeding the pitching machine with balls.

I am getting to that age where I am too old to play the boy next door and too young to play Uncle Fester.

My father became the Mayor of Indian Wells, California, a tony desert enclave of rich, conservative Republicans.

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