Careful readers will note that I am still alive on this, my THIRD day at the school playground basketball court.
Note to self: ask whether the goal is set to adult heights. Eighth graders can't dunk.
Today, I lured my first gawker. But I was too far away from the street to read the magnetic sign on the side of the car. It had to be either a realtor or a mortician.
Yesterday, my skills ran the gamut from A to B. Today, I was not up to my usual game.