What a deep chord it strikes to reach the 100th court on this quest to play every public tennis court in Los Angeles with my friend Tommy Tompkins , now an LA City College prof, long-time dean of SF alt-weekly arts coverage, and me and my pal Jimmy’s editor when we were Bay Area baseball writers in the summer of 1988.

Hohobegob how it still thrills me that Tommy remembers the stuff we wrote about clutch A’s role player Dave Henderson signaling me to go long so I could catch his imaginary pass in the locker room.

Tommy told me, “I remember you wrote about not knowing what Hendu was up to but just loving the moment.”

I loved me and Tommy’s moments doing a little DIY liveball and then settling down atop a picnic table to talk about the quest and related things that matter.