I broke a string on my tennis racquet the other day. So, while I was out doing other errands, I pulled into the strip mall where the tennis pro shop I've used since I was a teenager is located. It's a dentist's office now. I called the pro shop and the owner informed me of the new location. I got there and it was a clothing store for women. The owner apparently bought out the rights to the name of the pro shop and she has somebody on staff who strings racquets.
I asked her how long ago she bought the business.
"Ten years ago."
"What?"
"Yeah, it was ten years ago. And I've moved once since I bought it."
Wow, does time fly or what?
