“There is.”
He opened the folder that he’d set on the table and started passing out the pictures he’d taken of the outside basketball court as well as the one inside the gym. Once the photos had made the rounds, he pointed to the one that showed how dilapidated the hoops were. “I want to replace these with new ones. These kids might be the only organized team to use them for now, but lots of others shoot hoops there. They deserve better.”
Jack reached for the picture and studied it closely. “Painting new lines won’t be a problem, and the poles look sound enough. Wouldn’t take much to reset them. The hoops are shot all to heck, though. Have you priced out new ones?”
“Yeah, I have. The ones in the gym need work, too. I can pay for the replacements, but I can’t do all the work myself.”
His nephew was the first to volunteer. “We’ll help.”
Jack met Tino’s gaze and slowly nodded. “Order whatever is needed, and let me know when it all comes in. Like the kid said, we’ll help.”
Nothing like having family he could count on. Tino set the file aside and stood up. “Great. Now who wants pie?”