Column: The jump shot and basketball with Grandpa

I was chatting recently with one of my best friends from high school, and he asked me if I remembered something the two of us did. While I did draw a blank about this memory, I laughed as he described the chaos the two of us caused that day in detail.

It's interesting to look back on growing up because while I had to be reminded of what happened that day, I have some core memories that never go away.

Of the few that really stand out, there was the time when I was probably around four or five and dressed all in white for what must have been a wedding, and my mom left me in the front yard for a...