Hard Pass.

My grandfather, “G-Dad,” wrote me a letter when I turned 16. A gentle invitation to spend the summer working in the family business. My response: Hard pass. I loved hoops. Nothing else. The summer was all about basketball. There was no follow-up. No second letter. No nudge from my parents on his behalf. G-Dad let time pass. He knew that pushing would have ended it before it began. Years later,…