Brian Brocco
A memory from uncle Brian and aunt Martha
When we were much younger, my friends and I would rent a community center gym during the winter months and play basketball every sunday morning. John would drive from Detroit to Cleveland saturday evening which is about 200 miles, and stay at our house so he could play basketball with us the next morning. He would play center, and had to go up against some pretty big guys on other teams, but he always held his own and had a great time. when we were done, he would stop at a seven-eleven and get a big gulp and head back to Detroit. He came here about a dozen times that winter, that's how much he liked competing. We hadn't seen John too often in later years, but were so saddened to hear what happened. He was a great person, and that memory will always be with us.
