Willie Davis
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Like this man, like my father, like any of us who deal in memory, I had to confess what I knew. People don’t come back, and they wouldn’t recognize us if they did.
James Pate
At this point in my life, I always had another pair of clothes in my briefcase. I heard the whispers. They came in pairs, like hands in the breeze. In an alley in St. Louis. On a street in Baltimore....
Willie Davis
We called it a phase, no different than his CB Radio, his three seasons’ allegiance to the Buffalo Bills, my gambling, or Mallory’s drinking. Back when Mallory and I squabbled dawn to dawn, I pinned it on him never feeling at home anywhere except that two foot rectangle between his bed and his computer, the only part of his room he kept clean.