Two hundred yards away from home after stopping for a DQ dilly bar to calm my pre-Yankee game nerves, but not wanting to attempt a left turn and deal with the seemingly never-ending line of oncoming cars from both directions, so opting to cut that volume in half, I turned right for a quick trip through the neighborhood across the street and to eventually end up with a right turn situation .....
Except that somewhere along that "quick trip" I missed a turn or street and ended up navigating a maze of lookalike streets, avenues, roads and drives with names I failed to recognize and that I'd never traveled before, unsure where I was or what direction I was traveling in before finally stumbling onto the main road I had intended for all along (at least I hadn't bumbled my way into a different town or Seattle or Canada), but now a mile and a half away from home and dealing with the middle school release traffic and its speed limits and student walker crossings slowing everything down and creating gridlock and with melting ice cream in the passenger side of the car.
And I sat there waiting to move and suddenly had waves of memories wash over me of ninth grade basketball and a road game where my school team had visited this very middle school, I was now stuck in traffic in front of ..... and how we had prepared over the previous week back then in 1971 to deal with their star player, the much feared "Bardosi" who I got to know a year or two later in high school and turned out to be a really nice guy ..... and the news I heard a year or so ago of his passing.
And there's so many little things that connect us in life ......
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