Recently recovered from my parent’s barn, my Prince J/R Mini racquet, absurdly detailed ID label intact. This was the golden era of tennis for me–when the word itself only appeared in a paintbrush script. Almost vintage?

We were driving home from our friend Jenny’s house Saturday listening to a tape, circa 1989, labeled “30 Min. High Gear Aerobic Movement”. We listened to almost all of “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” before it cut to a quiet recording of a Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure preview recorded from the TV, then [...]