I dreamt of Pancho Demakis last night
This may be weird but it is true.
In this dream I walked into Lasell gym alone – at my current age, picked up a basketball and stood at the foul line knowing I had not shot a basketball in years. With all my strength I launched it, the ball bounced around for an eternity and fell through the rim. At this very moment Pancho – looking his 1968 age – walked out of Coach Al’s office, greeted me warmly and congratulated me.
Panche – Thanks for “being there” and hope you are well.