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Too Serious playin' hackey sac I was working at Frank's bike shop and had recently rekindled my love of playing sports. When I first moved to Oregon (1974) the only sort of athletic activities I was engaging in involved either a frisbee or a hacky sac. I was not that good at frisbee and to say I was not that bad at hacky sac would be a lie. Hacky sac is really the ultimate counter culture game. It's non-competitive, everyone gets a fair chance, and everyone's supportive with no criticism. In fact, I think that last part could be a rule, although rules are not something us “Peace Love Dove” counter-culture types tend to endorse with rules being so bourgeois and all... I n 1976 I started playing pickup basketball with Frank. I had hardly played any sports since the spring of 1968, the end of my Freshman year at Valparaiso. By the fall of '68 I viewed sports and games as empty diversionary activities that ate up too much of my time. There was to

Clueless in Rollingwood 7 year old me I n the summer of 1956, between first and second grade, my parents moved our family from Levittown to a neighborhood called Rollingwood located in Huntington Station. Well, it was actually Melville, but Melville did not have a post office at that time so we were lumped in with Huntington Station. The area had once been called West Hills and its most famous citizen was Walt Whitman. Anyway, Rollingwood is a very nice suburban development. Don't take my word for it - you can ask them yourself. It is in the township of Huntington which meant it was officially on the North Shore (considered the upper crust side of the Island). The neighborhood itself was built on the east side of the highest hill on all of Long Island. My parents bought a house that was on a street at the bottom of that hill. Our backyard bordered Walt Whitman Road which was the main road running north and south into the town of Huntington at the time. On the other side