Memory

Nostalgia.  The tube socks on the professional basketball stars of my childhood were the same type my dad wore when I was a kid.  Two or three bold color rings at the top of the long white stretch cotton.  My dad had a sweet hook shot.  He grew up on paved Chicago basketball courts, but I remember seeing his hook shot on the dirt and gravel driveway hoop at our house.  And I remember him showing me that hook shot.  And I practiced it.  And I learned it.  And I still use it.  We have always been very close, my dad and me.  And my dad is much older now.  And now my dad doesn't remember me.