Fifteen years is a pretty long time. The last time we all went through this with Buck O’Neil, our older daughter (the one Buck called “Sunshine”) was five years old, and our younger daughter (the one Buck called “New One”) had just turned one. Buck, himself, was 94 years young, with young being the key word; he still drove that Caddy he loved so much to the Negro Leagues Museum every day, and he gave tours and told stories and hugged everybody.
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