Jason hasn't been at Gleason's Gym in six years. He and his wife moved to San Diego. Now they're in town trailing a three year old son -- Winston. They all look great. I love getting in touch with my past, especially when yesterday visits me in the gym. Gleason's is my memory. My students are my bridge to myself. I walk over to them and shake the hands of continuity. Jason's wife Angela took lessons with me ahead of Jason. Then she brought him into the gym. I looked forward to their lessons not to teach them but to chat with them. They were fun and two of the few people in Brooklyn who were conservative. I felt like we were a hidden coven that had to keep our opinions away from the liberals who could not tolerate dissension. Angela and Winston go out for a walk while I give Jason a lesson. I'm shocked by how much he remembers. His footwork is great, his hook comes from the....
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