Thursday, March 06, 2008
My dad wakes up at 7 a.m. everyday and rips open three newspapers. One of them was my paper, in which I had two features in this morning.
"Darren you know you got two stories in the paper today?"
No clue, dad.
He was intrigued with one of them because he actually went with me to watch Shaan Rahi play. We saw him on play Feb. 4. He went on and on about he played in the same gym during his days in high school at nearby Manhasset.
"How come it takes so long to be in the paper?" he asked.
I actually had to write the story, dad.
The other story was a pleasure to report because the kid was so nice, was well-spoken and had no intentions on playing scholastic basketball when he arrived.
"Who is that other dude?" he asked, with a tone suggesting he should know these things.
He's from White Plains, dad. He's not a Long Island kid.