When Bossy and her husband bought their house, the first thing Bossy’s husband did was put up a basketball hoop in the front yard for Bossy’s 9-year-old son. That basketball hoop received a lot of action for many years, until basketball took a back seat for Bossy’s son.
And then one day Bossy drove under the hoop with her Honda’s bicycle roof rack sporting several bicycles, and as Bossy drove she heard a slow snapping sound followed by some crunch and before she knew it she had pulled down the backboard and net.
The headless pole lived in front of Bossy’s house for another bit of time, until the last of the remains were finally removed. But this basketball was left behind.
Mostly the basketball lived in the garden shed, but it made a sudden appearance in the front yard last fall, spontaneously revealing itself around the same time Bossy’s son moved away to college. No one knows how it got there or why, but without discussing it, the family left it where it was.
The fall and winter passed in this way, and occasionally Bossy found herself photographing the ball, and attaching emotions to it.
Bossy thought the ball would probably be put away come spring, as soon as it had to be moved in order to mow around it, and yet here it remained. And remains.
The family now thinks of it as a pet, and have named it Wilson.