Photo Friday: Oz Park Tennis Courts
The nets are still up, stoically weathering the long, white winter and the unforgiving winds that blow in off Lake Michigan. But the nets no longer sway in the breeze. They’re frozen in place.
The nets are still up, stoically weathering the long, white winter and the unforgiving winds that blow in off Lake Michigan. But the nets no longer sway in the breeze. They’re frozen in place.
Welcome to the thirteenth post of the Great Writing Challenge of 2012. Five days a week for six months, I will be given a topic to write about. The stipulation: it must be 250 words (or more), and positive in tone. If you would like to suggest topics for me to write about, please email me at TheRebeccaProject [at] gmail [dot] com. Love him or hate him (perhaps even in the same moment), Lleyton Hewitt is getting it done at the Australian Open. And I think it’s great to see. With the tennis courts of metropolitan Australia having been snapped up and turned in to townhouses during the housing boom of the 1990s, I’m surprised we even have any tennis players flying the red, white and blue. But apparently, we have at least one court left because we have a newbie in Bernard Tomic. He’s exciting, a little brash. He might be as (ahem) poorly behaved as Andy Roddick or Andy Murray, but at the moment, that’s irrelevant. The fate of the nation rests on …