So I was anxious to eat at Regina’s. i Made the walk north with my wife and brother from the Seaport District, along the harbor from, stopping at Trilliums for a couple beers. Through the winding streets of the North End, the endless brick fronts and occasional copper fronted buildings. There it was, it looked like it did 50 years ago. We ordered a pepperoni, onion and mushroom pizza, and sat back. I saw the table that I sat at 54 years ago and celebrated winning the Somerville Rec basketball league with the team and my coach. That was a big deal then. Practicly the entire State Championship team of 1971 would come from that league. We had three starters playing for us, but not me since I went to BC High. We had won in the last minute like the Celtics because, out of timeouts, our coach lobbed a pocket full of change on to the floor, put me back in, and I stole the ball twice in a row. Now some might say that wasn’t sporting, the coach of the other team had to be held back, but I look at it differently. And our pizza showed up. It was good and I ordered another Peroni.