Having visited Connie Mack Stadium in the late 60’s with my dad, I can relate to the stadium, the area, the aura and, ultimately, the sadness as this Grand Dame of baseball became a spent, tangled urban horror. Mr. Kuklick, on page 108, expertly captures my experience in 1966, as I walked up the ramp leading from the turnstiles to the concourse to the field … ‘Inside they remembered the push and noise of the crowd, As they walked up the runway, more of the field came in view with each step. Few could forget the look of the green lawn juxtaposed against the dirty concrete.’ I close my eyes today and can still see that field from fifty six years ago.
Connie Mack Stadium was, for me, the true field of heroes. Reminiscences of booing a young, then respected Pete Rose from the lower level third base seats, sitting in the center field bleachers behind Willie Stargell with my Cub Scout pack and seeing my favorite, Manny Sanguillen, as a guest of a friend who had earned Phillies tickets for exceptional grades in 1969 are cherished.
As for the book — quality, detail and nostalgia run through. Having worked in that area in the late 1990’s I totally agree with Mr. Kuklick’s description and assessment of the area surrounding 21st and Lehigh. Today Shibe Park/Connie Mack Stadium is just a memory but memories live as long as we, those fortunate enough to have been there, continue to live.