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True Tales From Parks and Recreation - Racket-less Tennis?

Note: I used to work for a park slowly in continued development in Manhattan that is five miles along the waterfront of the Hudson River. As a Public Programs Coordinator, yours truly handled anything public related in regards to permitting (athletic facilities, film shoots, photo shoots, weddings, and other small gatherings), and of course, dealing with any questions or inquiries from the public. The following series will present stories, e-mails, phone calls, conversations, interactions, and sights I've seen from the people of New York City in regards to a public park. And yes, these are all real! And are all true!

Welcome to another little snippet of Parks and Recreation.

Here is an e-mail I received from an executive working for a well-respected firm in New York City. I will not disclose which firm for obvious reasons, but he did have a very interesting question. It was the type of question that makes you wonder about some folks. I hate to judge, because we all have our own way of keeping fit by way of our routines, discipline, and/or practice, but as I've stated, this e-mail was baffling.

"Are tennis rackets required for use of tennis courts? A co-worker and I intend to play using our hands. Sort of like handball, but against one another" 

Yes, he was serious after I responded to his e-mail with a phone call. And yes, there is no rule or law requiring tennis rackets. Finally, yes, I did attempt to ask him when he planned on playing, only because I wanted to swing by and watch the comedy such a sight would have presented.

Unfortunately, it was later in the evening, and it really wasn't worth staying in the office for.

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