memoir, you can post something on the blog. Something small.
I think it is probably through such bargains that the devil works his way into our hearts and minds, but anyway. I wrote this afternoon for 75 minutes, so now this evening you get this:
The croquet community in the little village of Sorrento, Maine, where Katie and I go, is quite small, like our 2/3-size court. Four or five of us meet to play on a good day, and you need four for doubles.
So when my Sorrento friend Bob Worrell reached out to the more numerous and experienced players at Woodlawn Croquet Club in nearby Ellsworth this summer and they began coming to Sorrento to play with us, it was big news. We were on the map.
The best player in Ellsworth is Perry Mattson (handicap 1.5), and for the past eight weeks or so, Perry has brought a partner, usually Janet Pearson, to Sorrento on Monday mornings for an “exhibition” against little old us. Which usually has resulted in Perry and partner whupping ass.
Until today, that is. This morning the rain held off and my pal Oakley Johnson and I beat Perry and my good friend George Blagden, of Woodlawn and Manchester, Mass.
We beat them two times in a row.
On the last Monday of the summer!
This means nothing to you probably, but to Oakley and me, and to our pal Bob, who really got it all started, and is coming on strong where croquet is concerned, it is a very big deal.
Left to right in photo: George Blagden, WB (alias Crocodile Dundee), Oakley Johnson, Perry Mattson.