Valley Voices
Contrary to popular fiction, we are all somewhat prejudiced and we all have formed stereotyped opinions of people we encounter. In our fairly liberal and tolerant family, it occurs on the tennis court.
Marie Elizabeth Shade Dow
For instance, my husband, who comes from a long line of fierce competitors (e.g. his grandfather, a Western U.S. and Alaskan surveyor from Newton, Mass., used to count every stroke in miniature golf even for a toddler who had just learned to walk), once spotted an opponent wearing great-looking pressed tennis clothes and gloves, of all things. He whispered to me, “A doctor. I can beat him.” And he did.