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...drug's main port of entry is Miami. By no coincidence, the Miami branch of the Federal Reserve Bank of Atlanta is the only branch bank in the U.S. Reserve system to show a cash surplus-$4.75 billion worth in 1980. A likely explanation: laundered cash from drugs...
...from my pre-Bar Mitzvah days of glory and shiny new Jack Kramers, a story about another kid who was a monster as a junior and whom I saw play--and win--many times after I had lost yet another grueling three-setter in the third round at the Port Washington Tennis Academy. I don't know what has become of Jimmy Arias since I heralded him last year, but I can safely predict John McEnroe will be a prominent name in tennis circles for some time...
...introduction to McEnroe was comical at the time. Today it seems startlingly appropriate as I watch the young Mr. M behave like the most spoiled of 12-and-under beasts. The setting was, in fact, that famous tennis emporium at Port Washington. The air conditioning was too strong; I was cold and sweating and losing to yet another little creep I should have blown away. My Dad was watching from behind the glass windows, high above. I was 12 years old and my second serve was floating...
What happened next was unusual, even at Port Washington. As I was in the midst of returning a backhand with pitiful timidity, the chunky kid coiled his body into a ball and then released, throwing himself into the air with a fierce, raging scream and launching his Wilson Prostaff toward the high ceiling. The raquet returned to earth on my side of the green court divider, bouncing at the service line and coming to rest near to where I had been awaiting a deep forehand. I called a let, as seemed only appropriate when under attack by unidentified flying Prostaffs...
McEnroe doesn't have to whine for points the way little kids do when they know they have double faulted but cry "cheater" in frustration anyway. McEnroe wails and curses because he is too lazy to wean himself away from the habits he perfected at Port Washington so many years ago. Whether or not he wins Wimbledon, surpasses Borg, or becomes the greatest player ever, he will never receive the respect of a champion if he doesn't learn to keep his raquet on his side of the court divider and his mouth shut...