One of the two courts here is barely playable due to chunky cracks. The other one has no net. Half the lights work. At nighttime, the place is eerie — at best. And yet I still had a great time playing here. This is a credit to the sheer fun of playing tennis, and to my friend Ben, who is always a pleasure to play with. If you find yourself playing with Ben, never assume you have hit a winner. This guy gets to EVERYTHING!
2058 W. 120th St., Hawthorne, CA 90250
From my diary
I wanna give a shout-out here to the driver of the 5 Torrance bus, who stopped even though I wasn’t at the bus stop to give me a lift back to the Crenshaw station. Thank you, bus driver, for your kindness.

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