Field of Dreams

My father's name was John Kinsella.
It's an lrish name.

He was born in North Dakota in 1896...
...and neversaw a big city...
...until he came back from France in 1918.
He settled in Chicago, where he learned
to live and die with the White Sox.

Died a little
when they lost the 1919 World Series...

...died a lot the following summer
when eight teammates...

...were accused of throwing that Series.
He played some in the minors,
but nothing came ofit.

Moved to Brooklyn in '35...
...married Mom in '38...
...was already an old man
at the naval yards...

...when I was born in 1952.
My name's Ray Kinsella.
Mom died when I was 3,
and I suppose Dad did the best he could.

Instead of Mother Goose, I was put to bed
to stories of Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig...

...and the great Shoeless Joe Jackson.
Dad was a Yankees fan then,
so I rooted for Brooklyn.

Butin '58, the Dodgers moved away,
so we had to find other reasons to fight.

We did.
When it came time to go to college...
...l picked the farthest
from home I could find.

This drove him up the wall,
which, I suppose, was the point.

Officially my major was English,
but really it was the '60s.

I marched, I smoked some grass...