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Tennis Memories

None of these folks is me. Left to right, my 13-and-under champion cousin, Margaret, my little brother (much better at tennis than me), and my cousin Anne, who also played varsity tennis in college.

As a kid we belonged to a country club. Each summer my mother signed me up for tennis clinic. It felt like every day, but it was probably three days a week. It started at 7 am, and when you evolved enough as a tennis player the pro, named Spencer, moved you up to the 8 o’clock clinic.

I was never promoted past the 9 o’clock clinic. At some point the fact that my younger brothers and…



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