
I cannot believe that they tore it down. Although, I never went in there, it was a tremendous part of my life. We passed it often and it marked the last couple of miles home from here or there. We often played tennis near it and one day Dad and I broke down in the car right next to it on the Grand Central Parkway coming from one of Brother's tourneys.
I'll spare you the expletives of my father, which have now become sacred, because of his being gone. "It is always you who is with me when these things happen." He would say, among the expletives. The very worst place to break down and get a flat tire was the Grand Central Parkway Ramp, coming from a tennis tourney; sweaty, tired and cars whirling by. The only comfort was the view of Shea. What will I do? He's gone, Shea is gone, I think I will cry.
Now the thought is that there should be sun shining on Roosevelt Avenue in Jackson Heights. Probably, even in the subway, under the ground, it is brighter, because of the sunshine, which had never been seen there before. It was totally dark down there.
I would always be asleep on the subway and wake up at Roosevelt Avenue, Jackson Heights. Disorientedly, once or twice, I got off the subway there, thinking that I was home and I wasn't home. I had to wait for the next train.
There were lights there, but it always the shadowed from the sun.
Anybody ever been inside Shea Stadium? Did the sun shine in there?
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