Glenn Szeman

From the ASHes

I had just turned 19, first year of college – excited for the upcoming basketball season. There was this girl, we’ll call her Mary, I was infatuated. She was short, petite, and a fellow athlete – game over right? Wrong, she had a boyfriend. That didn't stop my infatuation, it also didn't stop her from helping me with my laundry, remember, this was my first year away from home – I’d never done my own laundry, at least not properly. 30+ years later and I'm still folding my shirts and towels the same way. We grew very close, but we didn't cross the line because of the boyfriend...