I headed out the door to see if Frank wanted to play some basketball. I didn’t make it far. He was on my neighbor Jerry’s porch with a glass of wine and cigar. I joined them for a few hours under the heat light and stayed out late enough to see the neighborhood raccoon make his Monday night trip to the garbage.
It’s been several months, maybe a year since I’ve played hoops. Tonight Frank and I are hitting the gym. I wonder if I can still dunk. We’ll see.
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