A good week

For four days each year I plan to attend the State basketball tournament in Spokane. The tradition of going to the tournament started when my brother played in 1960. My dad took us to at least one day each year sometimes two if I could convince him that all of my school work was finished. I’m not sure if he cared about that so much as let’s go watch some basketball.

I’ve had to get a ticket or a pass for every year except 1970 when our team made it to state and we got to play in the Spokane Coliseum. The building was 16 years old at that time but the history was what made the building a mecca...