The Cornish crew went way beyond the call of duty in so many ways.
Not only did they create the perfect social set, but they made sure everybody played their part.
I was under 10 when I started playing squash, following in my dad's footsteps.
We were ordinary squash players, but we didn't care. We all just loved hanging out at the courts, hours upon end, until well after midnight with like-minded mates of all ages.
The Cornishs treated everyone like their own and we all got a well-deserved clip in the ear from Russ and Mal at some point (which made you feel you were family).
As kids, we would all sit behind the counter with Russ and enjoy the banter as he unconvincingly roused on everyone who walked through the door.
That place was like a second home for every kid in town.
I reckon the Central Western Daily should run the Cornish story again, but this time, ask its readers to tell us their favorite memories of the Orange squash courts.Murray Walls
When mothers couldn't find their children, the squash courts was the first place they would call. The Cornishs would even drive us all home, without being asked.
They just wanted everyone to be safe, even if it meant piling 20 bodies into the back of a tiny ‘Russ Cornish Dry Cleaners’ mini (a bucket list event that took place several times a week after midnight when they closed up).
I reckon the Central Western Daily should run the Cornish story again, but this time, ask its readers to tell us their favorite memories of the Orange squash courts.
Trust me, that place was an institution like no other and it touched the hearts of many.