While I was in New York City, my wonderfully outspoken, Washington D.C. blazing, beautifully and stoic friend Gail came to stay for a night. I was so thrilled because it had been quite some time since I had seen her and this would be a grand reunion. We had tons to catch up on but of all things that I got on tape, it had to be the odd one: Pickle Ball.
We wandered across the Brooklyn Bridge because neither one of us had walked it before so we decided that it was time. This gave us a great opportunity to connect and discuss the real matter of what’s been going on in our lives like Pickle Ball.
Tonight, I find myself in D.C, safe and sound at Gail’s apartment, and after a week in her city, you’ll get to see the greatness that she is that has nothing to do with Pickle Ball.