Elkton, Virginia is the halfway point between where you are now and where you want to be.
It is snugged tight between the Blue Ridge Mountains on its east side and the Massanutten Mountains on its west side.
It is halfway between here … and there.
It’s an anonymous town. The town you pass through, but where you never stop unless you need gas, a snack, or a bathroom.
All my friends around here tell me they’ve been to Elkton. But, when pressed, I discover they mean they’ve been through Elkton, or driven past Elkton, or they’ve stopped out on the highway at the Dairy Queen, but they’ve never actually been to it.
Garland Shifflett, who pitched in the majors, but mostly the minors, from the 1950s into the 1970s, was born in Elkton in 1935.
The Los Angeles Times once profiled him on their front page.
His major league career was brief, just 16 games. A few games in 1957, a few more in 1964. But, his minor league career, over 16 seasons, was much longer and richer.
But, there he is on the front page of the Los Angeles Times in the spring of 1972. Next to stories about the Hanoi Offensive, an indicted New Jersey Congressman, and President Nixon’s doctor’s enthusiasm for acupuncture.
Top of the fold. A story about Garland Shifflett and his long career in the minors.
A front-page profile in the Los Angeles Times about a player I didn’t know should have made this story simple. Instead, it has bothered me for a couple weeks now. Ever since I found it and ever since we made our visit to Elkton.