Way back machine

I'm spending my Saturday morning making cornbread casserole and watching college basketball. The sound of the ref's whistle and the scent of hot spoonbread bring me back to 1997, my late adolescence in that big-ish house in Independence, MO, on E. 50th Terrace Court South (really), the lazy Saturday mid-mornings, the only time I remember having free and for myself, then as now.