Mr. Caruth believes that baseball and America are one and the same, held fast by the rosin of nostalgia. On a Saturday afternoon in late August, the timeworn patriot climbs into his car and drives to the nearest ball park. From a hilltop vista, Mr. Caruth narrates the whole history of the game, a history belonging as much to Dwight E. Gooden as it does to Dwight D. Eisenhower.—The Minor Prophets
