Richey's path to peace
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. -- T.S. Eliot
If it's possible to describe a person with a single word, here's one for America's former No. 1 tennis player, Cliff Richey: unblinking. As a competitor, his eyes would bulge, his pupils dilate, every sinew of his soul engaged. As he said, "You had to bring a sack lunch and work pretty darn hard if you were going to beat me."
Yet all along, wrapped ...
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