A quiet street in the middle of a mid-size city in the midwest.
I had a walk around the neighborhood on one of the nicest days in the history of days. There must be an acronym for that. I was just stretching my legs in anticipation of some tennis action this afternoon, and also enjoying an August morning. The birds were singing. the flowers blooming and the rabbits eating my carrot tops.
Rich, my old college tennis team mate, is in town again for a couple of weeks. He came for a wedding of his niece, but also to play some tennis with the gang of geezers. It was a little windy in the mini valley that contains the Marie Park courts, but not so bad as to discourage play. There were eight of us today, and is usually the case, no one got hurt and no discouraging words were heard.