THE FENWAY FAITHFUL
Norine Bacigalupo bemoans the changes in the Fenway experience from her first childhood visit about 60 years ago (Perspective, June 3). I’m not much younger than she, and I can bark about societal changes with the best of them — doesn’t anyone hold a door anymore? — but, as for Fenway, it’s not the only venue where you can witness a change in length of patron attention span or where advertising, a part of ballparks since the beginning, mars the view. Had Fenway’s owners listened to their wallets instead of their hearts, you’d be watching our Sox play in a sterile, half-empty, nondescript, taxpayer-funded, soulless stadium. Instead, we have Fenway, where, because you are so close to the game, you can focus on baseball and the beauty of the place in which it’s played. Fenway hasn’t been robbed of anything.