It was halftime of a basketball game, and as Rock returned to his seat from the concession stand, he bumped into a gray-haired African American man headed the other way. They briefly looked at each other and turned to continue their trips when it suddenly occurred to Rock that he knew the man. He was Kelvin Stewart, a former cross country teammate from high school. Rock hadn't seen him in nearly forty years and immediately turned back.
"Rock, how are you man?" Stewart said.
"Kelvin. Son of a bitch, it's good to see you."
They hugged each other and laughed out loud.
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