MY B.C.I. FRIENDS
Ray called collect this morning. Haven't seen or heard from him for over 10 years. Last time was when we played tennis over at an Oakville park and that was when I was working so it has to be that long ago. I remember him as a blond, handsome, fit guy of maybe 35 or 40 who beat me handily at the game. He'd put a spin on the ball and I missed it every time. "When you see my racqet turn, you know I'm putting a spin on it," I remember him chiding me. At some point, he said he had an obsessive... Sign in to see full entry.