September 6, Flushing Meadows, NY: Another great day at the Open. I started watching tennis when I was about 10. I don't exactly remember why. But I do remember watching the U.S. Open on the 13" black and white TV in my room. I thought about how I would never be able to watch the tournament in person. About how New York seemed far enough away to be in another country. To watch it in person, I was sure, would be impossible. Then I moved to Brooklyn after grad school. And I went for the first time. It was definitely a dream come true. One of the first things I did as an adult that I had dreamed of as a child, so it means a lot to me. Watching the Australian open created those same feelings of impossibility. But I went to that, too. Going back to Flushing every summer is like a reminder that whatever I think is impossible, probably isn't. Unless its tickets to Wimbledon.