“With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for...”

Earlier this year, we had an old pool table donated to the gym we have for the after-school children. It was immediately seized upon by some young men not much younger than me, who passed long hours in the morning there for several weeks. (And they had the audacity, while playing pool, to ask me for money for food.)

Jenny eventually had the bright idea of asking them to re-paint some of the walls and buildings in our area. That cleared everyone out except one lonely fellow, who’s been working hard these past several weeks.

And now the pool table is being used by the children we had hoped.