../melody in chaos
“Matter is mostly empty space,” Luna piped up on a walk through The Club’s bocce courts. “Ergo, everyone has a big sucking vacuum between their ears.”
“Ergo?” I quired. “Fancy word for a fido.”
“Fancy?” she sniped. “You wouldn’t know fancy if it bit you in the Birken.”…
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the knickerbocker tennis club in Brooklyn is the oldest tennis club in New York City. My coach Winston Philip Ramsay is also the head pro there, and invited Cat & me to play on a windy Saturday in June. Just glorious.
grand army plaza farmers market + Zuzu’s petals
a couple f-train trips to an ice cream man in deep Brooklyn. Needed to put another dry ice hit out on a couple rats been hanging ‘round my garden