EDITOR'S NOTE: The following column by Scott Kindberg originally appeared in The Post-Journal on April 24, 2016.
It's early March 1980 and I'm driving my parents' station wagon, accompanied by my 12-year-old brother, Gary, and our friend, Chip Johnson, on a road trip to Erie Community College in Hamburg. The weather is horrible and driving is a challenge, but there is no way we are going to miss the Section VI high school championship basketball game, pitting Jamestown against Lackawanna.
Not a chance.
So what if I spin out three times on Route 20 on the way?