Sunday, August 09, 2020




I played tennis in high school. I don't remember much except that I gave up too soon. I started playing tennis again. What a crazy sport; you get to wear those adorable little outfits and love means you are losing. I play my daughter and my girlfriend Carmen. Carmen is amazing. She can carry on a great conversation and send rockets across the court. I get a game in on Carmen when she is really into a conversation. She thinks I am listening, but actually I am fighting for a point. My daughter however, always beats me. I judge how I am doing by the degree in which she beats me. If I get a few good shots in on her or win a game, I am improving! When I first returned to the courts, she would reluctantly play me. It was, I realized later, an act of obligation. She tried not to dash my enthusiasm. Now, when she suggests a game I know one of two things has occurred: either she had a bad day and needs to beat someone, or she requires a little challenge. Either way I love to get out on the court. The courts shown here are located in Potosi, Missouri. School colors anyone?


killer on left me on right

That's me on the right silly....!