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Pete Rose Was My Hero . . . And the Complicated Nature of Forgiveness
We lived in Southern Ohio when I was a kid and I have a vivid memory of sitting down the third base line at Crosley

We lived in Southern Ohio when I was a kid and I have a vivid memory of sitting down the third base line at Crosley

I am teaching a first-year seminar this semester and my chosen course title is “Think.” We also weave a “big question” into our course. My