Bill Miller bends his knees slightly, lines up his mallet with the red ball against the blue one, looks straight ahead and then down at the balls. An eerie silence descends on the scene. No one speaks. Thwock! The balls connect and roll a few feet in opposite directions.
It’s a Saturday morning in Bruce Park in Greenwich under a sky of enameled blue, the air tinctured with the fragrance of newly mown grass. Behind a white picket fence, Bill Duncan is explaining the distinctions between the rules of American croquet and that of Association croquet with its strict international regulations to a few members of the Greenwich Croquet Club.