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| Sadly, even Google Images could not produce a visual for "tennis player + spatula" -- Greg has outsmarted the internet once again; a family photo will have to suffice |
Musings from Greg Clody entitled "For the Cause!"
When Jenny marched into our lives, we were ill-prepared. How is one not seduced by the only chick in the tennis joint smashing backhands in a leather bustier and stilettos screaming, “No! You will serve me!”
Maybe it was the smoky eyeliner or tequila-kissed breathiness, or just maybe we Clodys yearned for a firm hand to bring us back from the edge . . . but either way, we were drawn to Miss K. like fat kids to Little Debbie.
Sensing our weakness and using only German commands, she taught us to respect ourselves by worshiping her. Sure, there were bruises, some quiet weeping, and quite a few homeowner association fines . . . and my wife and I will never look at spatulas the same way . . . but damnit, we are better people for having met her.
Happy 40th, Jenny!
The Clodys
P.S. We miss us some Krauses. Our paths must cross again soon!
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