The elder Reed is now working to raise funds for a national training program in San Diego and dreaming of televised table tennis. "Maybe we need to have an entourage in hooded robes follow a player to the table, like in boxing," he says seriously. "The future of our sport may very well be that."
But for the moment the younger Reed is content to lay low while living monastically with two dozen Taiwanese table-tennis acolytes in the provincial city of Tainan. Reed hopes that his life is becoming a variation on the line emblazoned on all those Ping-Pong balls that may, for all I know, still be under the boiler in the basement of my boyhood home:
REMADE IN TAIWAN.