Yesterday afternoon I was at a committee meeting: five ladies and a table full of fundraising letters to personalize. Fortunately we were outside on the porch of one of the most beautiful homes I know, overlooking a pond full of swans and geese.
One of the women started tossing tennis balls to the dog who was keeping us company, and we noted with some surprise how far and how hard she was throwing the balls. She has a good explanation: It turns out she used to be married to a Major League pitcher and would often "play catch" with him. Obviously, she hasn't lost her touch.
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