The real March Madness takes place at Archbishop Molloy High School in Queens. And, apparently, there might be nothing in the world better than eight year olds playing basketball. They have the swagger and skill of the little men they’re becoming, but they still sometimes cry if they’re called traveling or sustain a rather nasty foul. Luckily, though, they’re of an age where any ill can be cured by pizza.
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Author: loiseaufait
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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