My Goodbye to Abe Asher

by Thomas Hochman

The first time I met Abe, I didn’t say anything. It was soccer season — I was swinging up as a backup goalkeeper to local legend Jared C. — and I was petrified. “Sorry” when I invariably messed up accounted for about 8 of the 12 words that I said to the whole team throughout the season, so to say that he and I had a lot of social interaction might be stretching it a little bit.

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