That was quite a short right field.
Not quite. Back in Atwood's baseball days, there was an outfield wall that extended out into most of the current parking lot, making for a sizable right field.
Sometime during the period 1948-1951, my father took a job moonlighting as an usher for the Flint Arrows at Atwood. He used to tell the story of asking to see the ticket of an elderly man one night, and the man showed him, instead of a ticket, a gold plaque saying that the bearer was entitled to free entry to any baseball game in the country. It was Cy Young.
Great story. I'm guessing your father let him in.
Thanks for commenting. You might enjoy my book about Flint called "Teardown: Memoir of a Vanishing City," a Michigan Notable Book for 2014 and a finalist for the 33rd Annual Northern California Book Award for Creative NonFiction. Filmmaker Michael Moore described Teardown as "a brilliant chronicle of the Mad Maxization of a once-great American city." More information about Teardown is available at www.teardownbook.com.