Tennis....or not ? Well I suppose I have been a bad boy for not keeping up with my diary here : I have been meaning to , but it has all been much too busy . That's what I have been telling myself ! Mmmm ! Probably the real reason is organizing of the material , all notes etc. Ah such is the pertubation of this blogger ! I was going to write about Tennis , or even the Winter Olympics in Italy , and alas I thought too much of it , or contemplated too long . I think I will follow those stories , ah yes - later ! What can I say now ; I do have a story , but it is a journey of sorts . Would you like me to continue ? Of course ! this has roots of it's story in Tennis . It goes back to the 1970's ; I'm doing this from memory . And it starts with a tennis player . Around this time we (tennis players and fans) were in awe of the La Femme Player , Martina Navratilova . At this time another little player was emerging who was a American hopeful ; this player was both a promising player and an actress ; I'm speaking of sportswoman , Cathy Lee Crosby - who I watched for many years as an actress . She occassionly still acts , but seems mainly to be retired now . She was a very good Tennis Player . A TV Program ( which she appeared on a number times) called the 'Love Boat' (One of my Very Favorites) was where a lot of very famous celebrities (not only actors but others as well) said goodbye to their public life (-it's worth getting the series just for this alone) The amount of celebrities who did this was a lot , and I won't go into how many - I guess a hundred or so . This is where the story changes direction , and catches up to the present . This is a story about someone , I will use the pseudonym 'Phoenix' for . Phoenix is a very beautiful woman , an Icon in her Era , and a Grand Dame . This person was not only a great person , but was also most happy privately . But like all celebrated women , her moment of disaster was waiting . Her husband - brilliant and successful and more , left ; walked out on her . I'm changing subject here a little . Let me expand this with a poetic piece I'm sure she would have appreciated , if she had heard it from him - " I don't think we can hope for this together anymore . For what it is worth , a thought so , or too ; I have met a mysterious man , and he has taken me with him to the stars , and I have seen the boy in him , and him of me " . As I speak she is still here , but her greatness has faded , and we still remember the beloved Phoenix ; Perhaps Bill Duck , someone from the past and from hers , and is still here , will help ; he himself suffered too ; a handsome man , who was always devoted to his mother . What does one do when one's guiding light goes out ? ; he waits and yearns for comfort in his home again . But I'm sure the 'Phoenix' will rise from her ashes , and maybe the Duck will too !..........