I went to a Celebration of Life for my friend Becky last night. As she was one of the most creative and unusual people I’ve ever known, she and her husband appropriately determined before she died of pancreatic cancer that her final party would be held at Chicken N Pickle, a pickleball court and restaurant. Though her last admonitions to all her friends included “Don’t cry for me,” lots of people shed tears while they played pickleball, ate barbecue, and sipped libations on an indoor pickleball court.
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