Women Boxing

Women BoxingI had cruised by the place a thousand times on my way to work, and I was always put off by its garishness. And no matter how late I drove home it was open. Twenty-four hours a day? It had to be nefarious, illicit. One night, stopped at a traffic light, I glanced up at the third-floor windows, where a neat row of red leather gloves beckoned. When the light changed I pulled over and parked.The Hollywood Boxing Gym is a large, mirrored, one-room arena, airy and bright--a world apart fro...