Carl Erskine over on Lafayette Walk on 94th Street, between Third and Fourth.  Of course, since I was born in ’52, when they lived there, I was too young to have it matter to me.I had cartoon heroes then.  But years later, the sense of loss with the Dodgers having moved from Brooklyn was palpable; it was possible to be nostalgic by the age of eight.At some point, my love for the game and for history created a desire within me for the experience of seeing Ebbets Field that I wasn’t able to have, so instead, I decided to do everything I could to first understand it, fill in the gaps in the literature where I found them, and then recreate the experience, first for myself and then for others who either love the legacy or who could love the legacy as much as I do.  There was also another reason.  When I came to love the game, at about age seven, and when I finally went to my first game at Yankee Stadium on Old Timers’ Day in ’61 – Yogi and Jackie Brandt hit homers – I remember going home and telling some of the adults who mattered to me how wonderful it was.  And I still remember our dear family friends, like Frank Fennell and Bill Carney, who said, “You should have seen Ebbets Field. There was nothing like Ebbets Field.  Ebbets Field was the greatest ballpark ever.”  So, in a sense, this is not only a book about the place