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#131 Ashwood Park, Inglewood
People often ask me, “What have you learned from being on this quest?” Sometimes I can answer that in stirring detail but also sometimes it all eludes me. This is one of those times. All I know is my knees hurt! I’m gonna ice ’em in a minute — that always does the trick. I mention this because what I learned today is that it’s really time to quit talking about getting an e-bike and actually get…
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#126 Dearborn Park, Northridge
My new friend Lovern says he didn’t expect a death match. Me neither, but here we are slugging it out in doubles with two even newer friends and these guys are Good. Post-game wrap-up with @SoLovern I start us off by immediately losing my serve, dang it, yet this does not faze me due to Lovern’s low-key, up-with-people vibe. We hit it off from the moment we met — 15 minutes ago — stretching…
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#125 Eaton Blanche Park, Pasadena
Rocky night last night! Lotta knee pain. Except, is it really pain? That’s what I ask myself after waking up repeatedly during the night to continue re-scanning headlines about Gaza and Israel & post-season baseball. More of an ache. Not a hobbling. NO is the answer to Do I need or want a knee replacement. No, thank you. I saw an IG photo of former Orioles catcher Rick Dempsey in a hospital gown…
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On becoming a better player
One of the many satisfactions of my quest to play tennis on every public court in Los Angeles is becoming a better tennis player. For example, nowadays I hardly ever slice. I still do sometimes if the game is on the line, but I am at the point where I would rather lose than win that way. Slice is when you put a big spin on the ball. People hate it because slicing is a trick shot and nobody…
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Court-a-Thon
On an outing from Mar Vista to Pasadena during my quest to play tennis on every public court in Los Angeles, I counted: * 7 people walking 10 dogs; * 11 people who looked like they were experiencing homelessness; * 43 tents on sidewalks; and * 1 person helping someone pile their stuff into a shopping cart after it had spilled all over the bike lane. I want to be like that…
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#118 Runnymede Park, Winnetka
My new tennis friend’s knee twists grotesquely as he attempts to return a serve I have sliced way more aggressively than the situation calls for. He is tall and sad-faced, from Moscow. Although he got up two-nothing early on, this is because I had calibrated my game to “this guy can barely get the ball back” during warm-ups. I should not have been surprised to see him suddenly become much more…
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#120 El Dorado Tennis Center, Long Beach
Such a great way to commemorate reaching the halfway point –120 courts played; 120 to go! This was as giddy a good time as I’ve had on the quest, playing all kinds of tennis games and making new friends at the All-Love Fortune pop-up tennis clinic. There musta been a good hundred people out there total on a weird-is-now-normal weather drizzly last day of September. When the rain started to be a…
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#118 Veterans Park, Carson
What a convivial outing this has been to Veterans Park in Carson, where somebody legit-enough looking on Facebook told me to show up between 8 am and noon. Those flexible hours work for me so I multi-bus-and train’d it deep into the flat bright concreteness of the South Bay. I asked two folks talking outside the tennis court gate for the person who invited me, and they in turn asked if this…
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or How hands in 1984 make me want to reach out today
Hands star in Of Mice and Men puppet show.
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My daughters texted me their recollection that this short story is all about fluttering and very unhappy hands, from a collection both way ahead of yet also remarkably popular in its time.
The hands in a painting like this one are a dominant image of suffering and compassion in Darkness at Noon, below.
So many hands described in Orwell’s good friend Koestler’s book, which came out in 1941, seven years before Orwell set his own hands to 1984. Collectively, they summon the Pieta, above.
Famous literary vanishing.