Another great Wimbledon championship and for me extraordinary personal memories. In another Memoir While Memory Lasts I recall the time I brushed shoulders with tennis greats sitting in the competitors gallery right on the baseline opposite the royal box on Centre Court.
I was not a competitive tennis player myself. How on earth did this come about? Here is the end of the story:
Nowadays whenever I watch Wimbledon on television I feel nostalgic for the much more vivid and intimate view I once had in the competitors’ box. But whatever the venue, an unmistakable tickle of gin and tonic tantalizes my nostrils.
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