My boy saw Derrick Williams out and about the other night . . . Williams is from La Mirada (like me!), so it wouldn’t be unusual to spot him in the SoCal area.
“You’re Derrick Williams, right?” the boy said.
“No, that’s not me,” Williams replied.
Williams was cleverly disguised in an Arizona basketball hoodie and Minnesota Timberwolves sweatpants. Oh, and he’s 6-foot-8.
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Most of our troubles are due to our passionate desire for and attachment to things that we misapprehend as enduring entities.
Fathers and Sons