but i was playing at this point in newhallville with teammates and opponents that did not talk aboutthese things but it was conspicuous that the struggles my mom had were nothing compared to many of the people i was playing with and that is confusing to a child. i played shortstop. i remember standing. the field was oriented in such a way that if you looked across the neighborhood right there, up a little slope, it was the towers of yale university. for any kid that grew up in new haven, gail was paradise for young people. one of the most wonderful things about the country,. it was jarring for me, the juxtaposition. that so close where these two radically disparate experiences of childhood. it was so confusing. even now i can really remember a very formal locution that came to my head on the baseball field: why should this be? how should this be? i grow up and become a writer and there was always this question of the two new haven's and the two americas and the two connecticut's. at some point i moved back to new haven and i really wanted to understand the tension between neighborhoo