Build a work ethic (if you don't have one)

A three-step plan

Funny how life works sometimes.

Between seven and eight AM this morning, I played tennis with Andy, the 16-year-old son of the tennis coach I had when I was 16.

Neither of us were striking the ball cleanly enough for our liking.

Soon the teen began to lose patience.

A bit of a flake, he hadn’t hit the courts much in recent weeks.

I was surprised he even agre…