A Return to the Court
Back in February I had a birthday, and, thanks to COVID, my son was unable to spend it with me. However, he told me my gift was that he would hit some tennis balls with me next time we were together.
Fast-forward a few months. My son moved out of the California Bay Area and into our house in SoCal while he awaits the opportunity to spend a year living abroad. He brought with him a brand new, unstrung, Wilson Blade, a remnant from his College Tennis years, and asked if I would take it to the stringer where I play. “Sure!” I said, trying not to sound too eager or excited at the prospect of him returning to the court.
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