Basketball Game

No sooner was I back from Singapore than I turned around for a visit to my family and to New York.  Fortunately for me, I got to catch J. play basketball at the high school.  It had been years since I had been in a high school gymnasium, and upon entering my senses took me back to all those years ago at KHS.  The sounds and smells no different from what they were.  During a timeout, Little A. and I made our way to the bleachers to join the rest of the family – except my brother who coaches the team.  J. played great and the game was pretty close.  A long deep hug from him upon my arrival nearly broke my ribs – and he is driving now.  So much has changed and while watching him play I turned to see my Dad sitting in that familiar pose I remember from when JP2 played basketball.  Little A. was just like any sister at her brother’s basketball game…  antsy.  Waves of nostalgia washed over me.

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