"Kid, you'd better get home... your parents are going to be looking for you. Don't you know it's getting late and dark? Get home, kid!"

It was getting late, and I was shooting by the light of the moon, but I was forty years old, and my

parents turned me loose many years ago. I may have looked like a kid who should be out getting ready for a trick-or-treat journey, but I was on a basketball mission — and when I told the

concerned visitors that I would be OK for the night, and that I was over forty, they were a bit shocked.