I came home because I had to and, after four missed Thanksgivings, I was thrilled to. Throughout college I never got home for the holiday because of the hockey tournament schedule. Michigan always got invited to a tourney over the holiday weekend and that meant travel, Thanksgiving dinner in a hotel, several games and general exhaustion by the time I got back to school Sunday night. I had a blast with the travel. My parents and younger brother understood; our extended family didn’t. So it was a big deal when I came through the door Wednesday night.
“Mitchell you’re here,” Trevor said as he tackled me with a hug at the front door. “Excellent!” Trevor was tall, thin and every bit the track star. Only eighteen months younger, he stood in stark contrast to my muscular, stocky frame. You knew
