My tennis buddies are planning a going away party for me. My doubles partner, Larry, says it's going to be a roast, and I'm on the menu, literally. When I first came to Ramona over twenty-two years ago, I met Elliott Fox, the leader of a men's tennis group that met every Saturday morning for hours of fun on the courts. I asked Elliott to introduce me when I held my book release party at the new library. His kind words touched me. This upcoming roast will be much different. I'm expecting some overhead smashes, a few drop shots, and a rally of words as long as some of the exchanges between my heroes, Nadal and Federrer.
My buddies are going to have lots of fun putting me on the rotisserie. I will have my fun, too. It may not happen right away. Give me a few years. When the time is right, I'll be serving a roast of my own. It will be a novel filled with unsavory characters who have an uncanny resemblance to the chefs at the Mulligan roast. Ahhh, the joy of writing!
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