My tennis days are over, thanks to Judge Arnold Gold. I often think of Jack Kramer, and miss his restrained BBC television commentary, before they banned him. He won Wimbledon in 1947, the first of two years I played there as a junior.

I built Topanga’s only Kramer tennis court, a company run by his sons, with the faux grass surface, and electric lights for nightime playing.

I wonder if my fellow DGA director member, one Michael Katleman who somehow acquired my property at a depressed price immediately after 9/11, is enjoying it? I think so.  Last time I looked over my old neighbor’s fence, he’d installed a basket ball hoop at the practice board end, and having family picnics on the "lawn". Strawberries and cream I hope. Of the net, no sign.