These memories are timeless now. Always in the present.
Ben. Benny, I say each time I pass his photos on the table.
It was decided, when all grandsons were here at the farm, to go to the Gundowring tennis courts for a hit. Some of us had a bit of an idea of the game, but none were truly competent. Some hadn't hit a tennis ball for at least 20 years. Some had hardly held a racquet. But Ben quickly got us all into the swing of things, enthusiastically keeping score, commentating, and conducting affairs as if we were competing in the finals of the Davis Cup. Any contact with the ball was enthusiastically acclaimed "Shot!!" in a loud roar. Most of us were doubled over with laughter at the Prince of Clown's performance. The tennis was necessary for the commentary, but without the commentary the tennis would have been quite forgetable. Ah Ben.
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