Time flies, time flies.
We were dropping off some suits at a local dry cleaner called (and I’m not kidding) Park Avenue Cleaners, when Hugh ran into his history teacher from Tracy High School. They talked a bit, reminisced dropped names. Then Hugh told him we live in Brooklyn…
“You don’t live on Flatbush, do you?” he said.
Somehow that led to a quick discussion about the Barclay’s Center, the Brooklyn Nets. He’d heard about the Nets and he knew about the Dodgers and the pain their loss caused to Brooklyn. He is a history teacher, after all.
One never feels far from Brooklyn. Even on the other side of the country.