Apr 3, 2020
5 min read
Pals With Parkinson’s
We are now as good as we will ever be. And so, there is a sadness we all share.
Every Wednesday, I drive out to the suburbs on Baltimore to attend a session of Rock Steady Boxing. Don’t imagine a sweat-stained ring, guys in dirty satin trunks sitting on stools and leaning back on the ropes, spitting out mouth protectors, listen to…
