Voices on the Wind Voices from Teen Years
On the bench by Lars Samson I was a second-string guard on my freshman basketball team ó used to warm the bench. Practices were the star waving his elbow in my face and throwing his weight against my half-grown body. Games were watching from out of bounds and getting in just long enough to get singed by the converged light. Four decades later, Iím on no team. Practices are for themselves and me. Games are sitting as much as I can on the sidelines where most of us try to follow the changing rules and make what we can of our play time