Gordon W. Nelson. "...for Cokato, Anderson and Calgren. Play Ball!" In the Midst Of, Cokato Historical Society (Spring 1998) v. 18 no. 2. 

It could be any Sunday afternoon from May through August during the golden era of Cokato "town team" baseball from 1933 through 1939. The locale for today's game is Legion Park, arguable the finest baseball facility in this part of the state, certainly among the very few with a grass infield and sunken dugouts. So what if left field slopes slightly away from the infield toward the tennis court. Credit and a sense of deep appreciation should go to Luther "Fisk" Peterson for the countless hours he spends each summer maintaining this community asset.

As the house lights slowly dimmed in the Richard Slocumb Theatre on the campus of San Jacinto College in Pasadena, Texas, the crowd quickly hushed. A feeling of anticipation crackled in the humid October air—that something magical was about to happen.
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A lone spotlight illuminated a stone archway. After what seemed like an eternity—though in reality was only a couple seconds—a solitary figure strode in to the light. Dressed in a black suit coat and pants, crisply starched white shirt, and fedora, he lingered for a moment, drawing the audience’s attention to his presence. Then he began to speak.

“My name’s Earl Tracy,” he said. “Maybe you’ve heard of me.”

​And so for the next 2½ hours, we watched and listened as a group of Texans—a cast that ranged in age from preteens to senior citizens—told the story of a man whose activities created a myriad of emotions amongst the people of his hometown. The words, the songs, the dance sequences, the visuals, and the evocative monologues of the man who portrayed Earl, made all of us realize that his life was a journey few of us could have imagined.