Don't begrudge the man his walk-in closet

By Henry Abbott

Harvey Araton of The New York Times shows us the condominium that Nets rookie Terrence Williams took over from Vince Carter.

It has a killer view and a jacuzzi, but Williams was sold when he saw the enormous walk-in closet.

At last, a home for his precious collection of Jordans. Williams rents, but he has an option to buy.

Araton writes:

Mr. Williams’s father, Edgar, was murdered in April 1993, only hours after being released from prison, in an apparent retaliation for helping prosecutors build a drug case against a gang member. His mother, Sherry Jackson, also in prison, was allowed to attend the funeral, but Mr. Williams’s memories include Ms. Jackson in chains and his own inconsolability when she was taken away as soon as the funeral was over.

Mr. Williams and a younger sister had been living with an aunt but were later reunited with their mother and were eventually joined by a tide of relatives and a new baby brother.

“Two uncles, two aunties, a little cousin, grandma and us in a three-bedroom house on one floor,” Mr. Williams said. “There was no space, no such thing as your own stuff. You could have a pair of shoes, size 10 and your uncle wears an 8, and you come home and he’s wearing four pair of socks so he can fit into your shoes.”

No one borrows, or so much as touches, Mr. Williams’s Jordans anymore, now that they have been transported from his small dorm room at the University of Louisville, where they were stacked along a wall, to their shrine in the bedroom closet. The shoes, which he’s collected since junior high school, have been a defining constant in his nomadic life.