I’m lucky enough to have a court practically in my back yard.  In preparation of a first round tournament match today, I headed out to the courts with a basket of balls anticipating some solo serving practice.  Then along came a young boy of about seven years decked out in World Cup soccer gear.   He amiably started throwing balls back from the other side.   While calculating some hip movement along with the toss, along comes another ball.  They keep coming over like missiles.  The kid had quite an arm.  Obviously, the mental side of my serving practice is shot so I collect balls and then start sorting out some old worn out ones since simple housekeeping now appears the order of the day.  I look at this kid and wonder how he’s going to take these old balls home.  He is black and speaks little English.  I head over to the car looking for a bag.  I mosey back and go through quite the effort in helping him understand that these balls are now his to keep.

Next, the both of us head over to visit with an Indian daughter with her father rallying over at court one.  Through watching these folks through the corner of my eye before my new little friend came along, I’d learned that the daughter had some good ground strokes.  I ask if I can join in.  I take the two on but we had to send the boy packing with a racquet to play by himself ‘cause the old fellow is deaf and blind so potentially there would have been an accident in the making.  Indeed, the dad somehow cracked a good ball in spite of his conditions.  Some time later, dad had enough and we all went our separate ways.  I gave the little boy a high five and he scurried delightfully home with some balls to hopefully start his life-long tennis adventure.

It’s a Friday night in July in Beverly Hills and while many are packing up for the cottage, Donald Trump stands alongside devastated families mournful from the loss of loved ones at the hand of illegal immigrants.  One by one the stories are shared at the microphone and Donald stands to the side listening attentively.  Apparently, justice officials had not been listening as effectively as Trump had tonight when those heart crushed souls poured their stories out to a U.S justice system which has seemingly been ill equipped to effectively sanction perpetrators of crime whom are void of an I.D number.

You can say what you want about Donald Trump’s political incorrectness, but his stinging clarity around substantive matters deserves credit.  It’s high time that the political elite assuaged by liberal media come to learn distinctively about what irks the populous when the punditry is turned off.  Mr. Trump is skilfully garnering tremendous free campaign fodder as his adversaries cower in their public opinion of his message.  He arguably reasoned out the semantics of his words chosen during his campaign launch speech and with 7,000 apparent folks stationed at the ready to head downtown Phoenix on the weekend to hear something of his plan to stem the flow of illegal immigrants across the border, the presidential contender obviously has many Latino and African American folks believing that he’s not deserving of the racist label eagerly sought by journalists.

I was nearly drawn to tears listening to these stories tonight.  The occasion of this multi-billionaire standing arm in arm with middle Americans baring their souls to a press corps was simply surreal.  Things are getting very interesting in the U.S. political arena.