“We should get some racquets,” Darren said to me trying to brace himself against the pull of our chocolate lab, Daisy, on our way to the Wissahickon Park to go on a hike. The year was 2000. We were newlyweds, living in our first house in Philadelphia, PA. In the warmer months we passed our neighborhood tennis courts a couple of times per week. The crazy thing is that we said this for 9 years! Not once did we swing a racquet on those courts. I began to feel like if we actually got racquets that it would ruin our longstanding funny. Continue reading
