Not long ago I wrote that I wasn't playing golf, I was working golf. And only three days ago I had given much thought to just hanging up the clubs, either forever or at least for three or four months. Well, anyone who knows me knows it wasn't going to be forever. But I had just shot a 90 with so many stupid mistakes I wanted to throw up. And then yesterday, on recently overseeded greens and fairways, I shot my age, a 75. Now I love golf again and I've decided not to put the clubs away. But that assumes that I'll be able to play well the next few times out. The golf gods are even now reading this, and the next time out they'll probably just kick my ass. I'll keep you posted on this site.
I've always collected errors in diction, things people mis-hear, like "windshield factor" and "the next store neighbors." Years ago, one of my students wrote an essay in which she described the world as being harsh and cruel, "a doggy-dog world." I've since come to think she may have been more astute and accurate than those who describe it in the usual way. My Stories - Mobridge Memories -
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