When the mood comes, when he’s thinking about the three children Debbie and he raised or the game the two boys played or the serenity to be had out there on a summer evening, to be so young himself, Jeff Trout will stop by the park in Millville, New Jersey.
They call it the American Little League Field down behind the dam. There is a T-ball field and a regulation field, both well kept and perfectly scuffed up, the way they’re supposed to look when they’re helping in the raising of boys and girls.
The Maurice River (the locals pronounce it like “Morris”) runs past, out beyond the outfield fence, beyond the reach of most of the young hitters from Millville.