When I approached the Golden Gate Park tennis courts the other day, I didn’t know what to expect. I hadn’t been for years, but had many (mostly) fond memories of playing there. I had gotten trounced more than a few times in their tournaments and loved hanging out in the decrepit clubhouse. And afternoon games with the drum circle from Hippie Hill playing the background were always a good time. Would those old memories come flooding back?
No, it turns out.