Savannah River, that is.
I love reading this blog.
Jenny has a knack for making you believe you are part of her stories, or at least sitting around the table while she explains what happened.
I know people who know this author and someday I hope to meet her so I can put a face with the words.
A “ball puppy”
Before my knees and ankles took an early retirement eight years ago, I used to be a regular tennis player. I knew more than my share of the type that Jenny calls out with:
