A Lifetime of Dancing in the Driveway

Every hoopers dream is to be invited to the dance

The summer sun was fully set, the streetlights had kicked on, but the dribbling didn’t stop. The neighborhood boys had thrown in the towel, even their dad had called it a night, but out in the shadows of the garage, on the sloped driveway shooting on the hoop with a slightly bent rim, the Jones boys kept putting up shots.

“Mom, sometimes we just go out t…