Over the years I’ve fallen in and out of love with a lot of different things: detective shows, Stephen King novels, oranges, sports cars, and Bruce Springsteen music just to name a few. One thing that’s never waned has been my love of old ballparks. It’s kind of strange, really, since I’ve never been to most of these parks. In fact, many of them were torn down before I was born. They exist only in the pictures and stories that remain.
Here are the stories of a few more of the old cathedrals. That’s the right term, isn’t it?