In 1953, after a summer with relatives in Logan, Philadelphia, I introduced stickball to Williamsport, PA. (Home of Liitle League) My hometown friends took to the game eagerly, but adapted it for local conditions. This meant straight pitching, solid rubber ball and grassy backyards. Attemtping to put them right with the Gospel, I would be taunted “Philadelphia rules.” It was still a gas. By the way, my true moment of glory as an eight year old contestant near Wingahocking St was a towering drive that went all the way from 13th Street to Camac. Once and never again, alas.