Journey to Brazil
Stories and Photos by Aaron M. Smith
Chicken Soup for the Soul:
The Spirit of America
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
"There was a pause, a moment of thought, and then I went for it. With the moonlight as my guide on that pitch-black Iowa night, I sprinted with the exuberance of a ten-year-old on Opening Day across the small stream of water. I galloped on to the cool damp grass on that putrid hot night, forgetting the anxiety that came with trespassing on private property well past midnight. The magic in the moonlight was palpable; I would not have been surprised had Joe Jackson himself emerged from the darkness of the cornfield."