Archive for August, 2009
Absolutely, says a Swiss gentleman named Roger Federer, who has dropped by Flushing Meadows intending to renew his long-term lease on the US tennis title.
Both hands on the backhand? No. Roger is a slick purist whose thunderbolts flow from either side with merely the right hand involved. But, yes, two hands on the two diapers with which he is entrusted to deal with his newly arrived twin daughters, Charlene and Myra. Wife Mirka approves, but cautions, No drop shots, please, whenever he picks them up. continue reading »
You can also call me grouchy, grumpy and cantankerous, too. That’s OK because it’s the way I feel when running up against the confusing, careless corruption of tennis language.
What I have in mind is the game’s most precious and rarest accomplishment: the Grand Slam. It’s the quintessential quadrilateral, a gem so luminous and virtually out of reach that it has been achieved merely six times since the origin 71 years ago. But it hurts, and I shed curmudgeonly tears at the way the Slam is treated by most print and TV journalists, as well as numerous players and officials who ought to know better. continue reading »
This gallery show our flights around the town of Appenzell in northeastern Switzerland, with a side visit to Heiden, near Lake Constance where we enjoyed a lovely al fresco lunch with fabulous photographer Patrick Loertscher, his wife, Monica and son, Jan. continue reading »