Throw Angles

Editor’s note: We have recently barred any publication of Lao Du’s usual flapdoodle and screwy hooey during the pandemic as a public service to PPP. However, he has strenuously insisted that he has to at least air one of his bellyaching beefs before the corona virus...

Stressful Times (without Ping Pong Parkinson)

      I got this woodpecker who started to drill holes in my house.   A lot of them – and he won’t stop.  I tried to drive this  drilling drum machine  off to the neighbors by saying shoo, go next door, but that didn’t work.  So then I started to bang my walls...

What Happens When There’s No Ping Pong Parkinson

I’m so lonely with the self-isolation and self-quarantine stuff, that it’s gotten to the point where I now welcome all robocalls.  Even though I fully realize that these calls are computer generated and most of them are recorded, I’m still so grateful and heartened by...

I Feel Good (a ping pong blog)

Now that the Club has closed down for the  Corona virus,  I feel a great wave of relief.  It’s not just that I don’t have to ask the guy across the table if he’s been to Wuhan or Milan … or New Rochelle, and not because I no longer have to worry about whether the guy...

The Cataclysmic Pandemic

So far, the biggest sacrifice from the self-quarantine has been toilet paper – I don’t have any.  I called the police about the apparent universal shortage, but they insisted it wasn’t what a 911-type call should be.  I begged to differ.  I begged strenuously. Where...