I know a lot of people on the field - players, coaches, managers - are glad that I&#39;m gone.

It'll be your own torture," he said, serious. "I hope to God it'll torture you to madness.

about four inches down, he suddenly came into a small chamber in the cool-damp sand and there lay eggs, many eggs, almost perfectly round eggs the size of table tennis balls, and he laughed then because he knew. It had been a turtle.

I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of your life and your father has recently died and it dawns on you that when he went he took some of you with him.

Written By Bill Bryson

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