Acknowledgements:
Omi as always
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"Hey, pop! What's up?"
Don walked in, shrugging his jacket off, as Alan came in from the garage.
"Just going through some boxes of junk, seeing what I can throw away."
"Hey, wait a minute! My Little League trophy is in that box!" Don plucked the tarnished old trophy out of the open box and looked at it. "My first championship..."
"Hey, Pop! Hey, Don!" Charlie walked in the front door and laid his bag down on the table next to the lime green fluted bowl. "What's in the box?"
"Just some junk I'm looking at throwing out."
Charlie peered into the box.
"Hey! Those are my statistics notebooks from Don's varsity baseball team!" He plucked the books out and brought them over to the coffee table.
"Let me see this..." Don took the box from his father's arms and put it on the table next to Charlie's books. "Hey! My old jersey!"
"Number 17!" Charlie said. "I remember telling you that you were in your prime..."
"Because I was wearing a prime number!" Don finished for him.
Alan stood back and watched them start to go through the box.
"Works every time," he said under his breath.