I first experienced ‘ tournament fever’ when I was in the sixth grade attending the Clinton Elementary School. Even then I was a proud Clinton Rocket. And that was well before Russia and the U.S.A. were in a race to be the first to escape the bonds of earth and begin our venture into outer space. Rockets were of course important in achieving such an endeavor. Rockets as a high school mascot was a way of keeping up with the…..
It’s basketball tournament time. When I was in high school that was the most exciting time of the school year. My senior year basketball season was very memorable. It was a mixture of sadness, frustration and joy all rolled into one. Our mother died unexpectantly from a massive heart attack the day before Thanksgiving that fall. So, my basketball season was marred by those sad memories. Our father would begin the process of selling the family farm as we adjusted…..
I was digging through a box of old memorabilia from my Clinton High School “Rocket” years. I discovered a collection of report cards that revealed to my dismay that I was not nearly as intelligent as I remembered I was. Then there was the glass elf a souvenir from our Junior-Senior prom along with senior pictures of all of my classmates with sentimental inscriptions on the back of each reminding us of how enjoyable our years together had been. Since…..