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The other weekend, my wife, Roxanne, and I were aboard the Phoenix, our reconditioned 1975 40-foot Seamaster houseboat. We fixed ourselves a fine, hearty breakfast on Sunday morning. The heaters were cranked up, and we were warm and cozy, sitting at the table, looking through the misty window at the black-water lake and the foggy shoreline. It was rainy and wintry and gray -- a good day to be nowhere but inside looking out. As usual on these deep winter days, we had the dock to ourselves.
Everywhere was the homey aroma of our just-finished cooking--we were having eggs over-easy, pan-fried sausage and toasty waffles. I reached over from my seat at the table, pulled open the fridge and came out with a small jar of peach preserves with the intention of spreading them over the last hot, buttered waffle.
As I twisted the lid and heard the satisfying pop of vacuum releasing from the jar, I remembered where that small souvenir jar of peach jam had come from. It was something Brenda and Phil had brought to the boat on the last group trip over Labor Day. Hm. How nice. I spread the stuff generously on my waffle, and as I took the first tasty bite, I smiled a little and thought to myself, "Thanks, Brender. Thanks, Phil. Good of you."
I ate the waffle and washed it down with cold milk, and as the rain poured down outside, I sat in our warm cabin and considered the little jar of peach preserves. I thought about how it happened to be on the boat for us to spread on our waffles that cold, rainy Sunday morning.
Interesting. Here we are, all by ourselves on the houseboat on a gray winter's day--a million miles from summer, no friends around -- and suddenly Brenda and Phil pop in and say "Hi." I answered aloud as I finished off the last bite of warm, peachy waffle. "Hi guys. Thanks for the jelly." Then I got to looking around and thinking. How could I believe there were no friends nearby? Just look. Look anywhere, everywhere.
Over there under the wine rack is a shot glass that Brenda and Phil left several months ago. Here are some coasters that read, "Ted's Bar" brought to the boat by Steve. From the hook under his well-worn hat hangs his electric bug shocker that looks like a tennis racket and has brought more than one of my too-curious friends out of his seat during testing.
I sat at the table and let my mind's eye wander all over the Phoenix.
Under the floor, Jim and D'ette's inflatable bed ---their own portable yacht suite, permanently reserved for their next visit. Under the cabinet, Tommy's intrepid coffeepot, one tin soldier that has done selfless yeoman's duty for so many wounded troops on so many holiday mornings.
In our bedroom, up on the shelf, a hard-to-find book that was discovered months ago at an obscure used bookstore in Branson, snagged by Brian and brought aboard to live on the Phoenix, to entertain or distract or amuse. On the shelf beside our bed, a gilt-edged, ruby crystal candle glass from Suzi and Max that never fails to bring a golden flicker to sparkling bedroom eyes.
On my back, at that very moment, a Cardinals T-shirt, one of my favorites --- a shirt that mysteriously appeared on the boat, owner unknown. One I wore for two years before discovering by accident that it was Kit's before it was mine. No way was she getting it back. She didn't even ask.
Up on top, a fine sunshade still containing the sweat of my son-in-law, Ben, who spearheaded the installation and saw it through to completion. On the superstructure, a bright red, white and blue nautical flag, flown freely in a hundred thousand breezes since my brother and sister-in-law, Raymond and Marlene, brought it to the Phoenix because they knew this is where it belonged.
On the counter where I'd left them the afternoon before, a pair of wrap-around sunglasses, handed to me off-handedly by Gary at the end of a Labor Day party, just because I had mentioned that I liked them. In the drawer, a deck of playing cards with which I have ungraciously conceded several hundred dollars in quarters, dimes and nickels to better poker players.
On the wine rack, a bottle of Scotty's award-winning homemade wine, still corked, waiting until the next time we make lasagna, spaghetti or steak and mushrooms in our little galley. And right beside, a couple of empty bottles to return to him for refilling the next time he comes aboard.
By the window, a silly cane with honker and coin purse and mirror, given to me as a joke on my 50th birthday by Norm and Carol from Colorado. And behind me on the wall, suitably framed, one of the finest photographs I've ever seen, certainly that I've ever owned. A photo of the Phoenix itself, sitting placidly on calm lake water under blue fall skies. A moment in relaxed autumn time, expertly captured by Norm with his fancy wide-angle camera, now occupying a place of central focus in our cozy marine cabin.
There's more, much more. I looked around and saw it all, and I had a wonderful sensation as I realized how wrong I was on that drizzly winter morning. No friends around? Nonsense. This boat is crawling with our friends.
Of all the things I've done to try to make the Phoenix beautiful, to make this boat our own, nothing compares to the improvements they have made. The useful little items they thoughtfully brought. The entertaining little souvenirs they left purposefully behind. The laughs that will forever echo. The memories that will forever remain. These are our love of the Phoenix.
Thanks for being there with us, my friends, on that cold winter's morning. Thanks for being there, all those good times. Thanks for being there then, and now, and always.
Ted and Roxanne Thompson
Ted Thompson is a freelance writer living in Harrison, Arkansas. More of his work can be seen at his website [http://www.phfft.com] or he can be contacted by email at invinoveritas@alltel.net
How To Determine The Tennis Racquet Length Size
The lengths of the tennis racquets are not chosen due to the level of expertise of the player nor the style of the player, but it is still very important to know what is the right length for the player as it affects the player greatly nonetheless. Although the racquets length usually varies little in size, it is very important in choosing the right length for your style. The legal standards in tennis tournaments reside in the range of 27 inches to 29 inches. Usually most racquets would be 27 inches. However, there are distinct advantages for longer racquets as it provides more reach on groundstroke, added strength on serves and more powerful smash as there is added leverage on the racket. Tennis racquets with longer lengths today would usually made it lighter to match the weight of standard racquets so that it would not have a weight disadvantage. In other words, there should not be disadvantages in using a longer length racquet.
If there are no disadvantages and there are so many advantages for long length racquets, why not everyone is using long-length racquets? Although on paper the longer length racquets sounds very promising, a lot of players have complained that the longer length racquets felt "hollow" and does not feel like a normal racquet. This is mainly due to the fact that with longer racquets manufacturers need to make it lighter to compensate for their additional of length. If the length is proportional to the weight, then longer racquets would be considerably heavier than standard racquets and it will be a pain to control. Due to a significant weight reduction on the longer racquets, it is very reasonable that the racquet would not feel the same as a standard racquet.
In conclusion, when buying racquets, be sure to take in consideration of the lengths of the racquets as longer lengths have a reach and strength advantage but seasoned players might need to think twice in choosing long length racquets as it will take some time to get use to the feeling of the weight and additional length.
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Does price really matter when it comes to tennis racquets? What are some good options in lower price range?
I recently went to a sporting goods store to look at tennis racquets. Wow, so many to pick from. From 19.99 to couple hundred. All tout some funky technology or have catchy name. After handling a few I noticed that some cheaper ones feel better or lighter than the expensive ones. Is the difference mainly in the string? Do they use some kind of expensive string on the expensive ones? Since it's been a while since I played i bought a $20 Wilson titanium racquet that looks very nice, I will test it out and see and maybe upgrade later. I also bought a $20 Head racquet but that one seems to vibrate more when you bounce the ball on it. Is that caused by a different string tension?
There are a lot of different factors. The more more powerful racquets are heavier and not as stiff, because the player is supplier more of the pace to the ball. The less powerful racquets are usually characterized by a bigger head size, lighter, and a thicker beam (adds stiffness). So go with something that feels good, not just about what its price is. They have expensive racquets for advanced players as well as inexperiences ones. The string they put in all of them is more or less the same- they don't put great string in them from the factory. That's something you can look more into if you want. Also, check out a vibration dampener (or just tie a rubber band at the bottoms of the strings, below the last cross). That should help the vibration.
Bottom line: go with something that feels good- just because something is more expensive doesnt mean its right for you.
p.s. demo-ing racquets is the best thing you can do. make sure u go to a place that lets you do it.
Tournament gives players chance to build friendships
It's the tennis that brings them out to Indian Hills Country Club every summer, but it's the atmosphere and friendships that keep them coming back to the annual Pritchett-Moore Men's City Invitational tennis tournament.
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