Kurtis Blow

That voice—like a throttled parrot—squawked from the front stairway. “Travis! Hurry up.” “Hold on! I’m not ready.” “We're leaving in two minutes. Don't make us late for church again.” Travis stood at the entrance to the playroom, one foot in, one foot out, ready to dash, his eyes fixed on the TV. Showing at the moment, a still-shot of two champagne glasses, filled to just the right level, … [Read more...] about T … T … T is for Tennis!