My husband played tennis. He had several tennis rackets and the right shoes, shorts, shirt and even a tennis coach. I had taken tennis lessons as a child at the old Army Depot not so far from my high school in central Ohio. These were tennis courts that were built on the land where equipment were washed down from potential contamination during the war years way before the days of the EPA.
What a heart warming story of pleasing others with your own failure. I love your analysis: diasecting the preconceptual thinking process leading to the end result. Beautifully written Deborah dear. Keep on writing. Love you.
What a heart warming story of pleasing others with your own failure. I love your analysis: diasecting the preconceptual thinking process leading to the end result. Beautifully written Deborah dear. Keep on writing. Love you.