Basil was a tall kid who was always on an opposing team when I was growing up playing soccer. He would play right forward and I was left full back. Full backs are not necessarily known for their speed, but he and I would always keep pace. I remember one time sliding to prevent him from being able to shoot at the goal. We both fell and tumbled.
He used to say hi to me off the playing field when we got older and were in high school. We went to different schools but would see each other every so often. When I think back I think of his "hellos" and they seem to be things that he went out of his way to do. Smile. What a wonderful memory to just drift in today amongst the ennui of paperwork.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
