Most Saturday afternoons in the fall, you’ll find me in the park playing touch football. For the most part, teams are comprised of “regulars,” neighborhood guys and gals for whom Saturday-afternoon football has become something of a tradition. Newcomers, however, are always welcome, especially if they can play a little. In Jenny’s case, even that wasn’t a consideration.

Jenny had moved to Boston from New York City a month earlier, renting an apartment within walking distance of the park. The first Saturday she showed up and asked to play, I was taken by her natural beauty. She was a leggy, blue-eyed blonde with the most engaging smile, and her arrival brought forth smiles from the men and frowns from some of the women. Once she took the field, I marveled at her athleticism and enthusiasm.... Read More