In the sparsely vegetated backyard of his University City apartment complex, Nick Cronin keeps one eye on the four sweet-corn ears slow-roasting on the portable grill. He trains the other on the yellow lab and African mutt roaming the fenced perimeter, then focuses his complete attention on the three wooden rungs before him in the center of the yard. He bends his knees, eases his right arm back and tosses two golf balls, tethered by a length of rope, in a perfect underhand arch. The "bolo" catches the uppermost of the three rungs, its momentum wrapping it around the wooden bar several times. Cronin... More >>>