One of my favorite memories with my Dad this year was surprising him at his induction into the South Dakota High School Basketball Hallof Fame in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. The banquet was held right around the time of the state tournaments in March. Basketball was a really big connector for my family—both watching and playing.
I wasn’t a great player by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m sure I was better because of Dad’s coaching and shooting hoops after supper. My Dad actually sent someone into the locker room at half time to tell me that I wasn’t getting my feet off the floor on my jump shots in a game against our rivals, Gregory. He was right and I don’t remember exactly, but I suspect that didn’t make me jump much higher.
It was a privilege to hear all of the other high school basketball stories from around South Dakota. We laughed, we cried and we celebrated hard work, talent and competitiveness.
So on this Father’s Day in 2017 thank you for helping create the woman I am today. And if you don’t feel like claiming any responsibility, well that’s OK too Dad. No harm. No foul.
The Hipp Theater in Gregory, South Dakota holds a lot of memories for me. We had to have our parents write notes saying that it was OK for us to see R-rated movies before we were seventeen. The World According to Garp, Quest for Fire, Scarface…these were a few that required permission. Oh, the joys of growing up in a small town when a note would suffice (whoever wrote it). My kids haven’t had it so easy trying to get into R-rated movies in Burlington, Vermont…I like hearing the stories of their efforts though. I hope you enjoy these shots.