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Frank Robinson

Frank Robinson

Feb 08, 2019
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When you're 7 years old, time stretches like an endless rubber band, and the sun burns a brighter yellow than it ever will again, and the mind teeters between truth and magic. I was 7 years old when Frank Robinson first crossed my consciousness.

And, in the moments after hearing about his death, at age 83, I think about Mr. Robinson the way I saw him the…

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