During those first few weeks in Chicago, I was sure I’d reached a point where I thought I'd stopped caring about Miami, and about the things I'd left behind. But at the end of January, I got a letter in a blue envelope, with a Fort Lauderdale postmark. My name was scrawled in block letters across the front, and I tore it open.

Elisabeth,

Hi and how are you.  I'm doing fine.  It's very warm here in South Florida, in fact I just spent an afternoon on the Biscayne Bay, fishing with a few of my teammates.  We won last night.  It's nice to see we're finally winning again.

His oversized handwriting was in blue ink. I set the five-page letter down on the kitchen counter and poured myself a cup o...

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