Is there a more depressing place in winter than a lonely softball or baseball diamond? My answer to this question is: No, I don't really think so. This is Kiley Field on Eastern Prom. Most summer nights, it's very much alive! It's filled with boisterous voices, and lots of middle-age men running wildly all over this dirt infield. A couple of times each summer, I'll stop by and watch my brother play second base and just take in the wondrous views of Casco Bay. Soon to be covered with snow, summer nights can't come fast enough.