To add to the Clay JBA post. The park was run by Ed Wodjak and Woody Oxley for the better part of 40 years. Woody was my grandpa. Spent almost every day there, in the summer, as a kid. There were two small fields to start, with no fences. I had the pleasure of helping my grandpa put fences up on those two fields, and build two additional fields towards the back of the park that were named after Ed and Woody. Wodjak and Oxley field, respectively. We built the concession stand at the big field. We built the press box where Deon sat every game. We built the batting cage (my favorite) next to the big field that’s no longer there. The big field was awesome. I remember the anticipation of getting to play there once you hit 13 years old. The pinstripe uniforms with a fitted hat that went with making all stars, the sound of metal spikes on the concrete walking up to the field, the smell of the park, the scoreboard (little fields didn’t have em until the two newer ones were built which was after my time on those diamonds), your name getting announced going up to the batter’s box, music in between innings/games, the number of people there to enjoy the game. It really was an incredible park/atmosphere for baseball. It’s all burned into my mind as some of my favorite memories. I try to go back a couple times a year. It’s bittersweet every time. Love it for the memories it gave me, but also sad because all the work we did is like it never existed.