A Chachi had plans to come down to Texas from the cold regions of upstate New York.
And then came a niece with the Berkely ultimate frisbee team for the Womens College Centex tournament. And her dad, my brother. And her mom, his wife. And her brother and sister. And then my mother heard of the gathering.
So all these people converged on this place. Some for the frisbee. Some for refuge from the cold. All for the others.
The days sped quickly by. The frisbee teams braved cold (by our standards, although truth be told some complained about the heat which gave Trudy and me cause to look at each other in wonder). And they braved gusty winds and gray clouds scudding across the skies over green grass. And the rest of us braved long walks across the intramural fields searching for the Berkeley girls, the Pie Queens, in their white shorts and white shirts, from among the hoards of other teams.
So they all converged on this place. And for a brief moment, there was much chaotic confusion and bluff. And then…
Then they departed whence they had come, one day after the another. The Berkeley girls, off in various directions for spring break. My brother and his family back to frigid Chicago. My mother back to Ohio. And last, the Chachi who had been planning a visit with us for several years only to see it converge with this ultimate convergence.
