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When my husband and I saw "42," it took me back to warm, sunny days in Billings, eating onion sandwiches and listening to the Brooklyn Dodgers on the radio — probably KBMY or KGHL — as the scent of freshly mowed yards on the 200 block of Burlington Avenue wafted through the air.

My dad was a baseball fan, a former Forest Service man stationed in his native Arizona. He had worked with Mexicans and had tolerance in a time when little existed. We always loved to hear the commentators raving about Jackie Robinson as the radio airways took us to the game. Even seeing the Billings Mustangs playing at Cobb Field was not quite as exciting.

I am a 70-year-old grandmother of eight now and I still follow the Dodgers — albeit the L.A. Dodgers.

Marles Larson Nicholls

Elkhon, Neb.

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