Tuesday rain brings...

...a bit of a respite from the normal things we've been doing these past several months. The rain started mid day yesterday while we were still on the course. That would be Jack Lents, Jack Butcher, Ken Hudson and Morris Cornelius and the 16th hole of the day had just been won by JL with a shot that came to rest about two foot the other side of the pin. Wasn't raining all that hard and in years past the round probably would have been finished. But it was agreed that the play should end and that we should get ourselves off the course and into drier surroundings. Accounts were totaled, debts paid, and guys wandered off. Ray Shaw, who was across several fairways playing #3 when we decided to call it a day, straggled in with raindrops falling from his hat and his jacket, wondered why we didn't finish, the rain not being all that substantial. Told him we didn't know but that we might have melted with the watery skies, like the wicked witch of the west (east?) in the land of oz. Ray assured me that that group definitely would not have melted in that little bit of rain. Meaning, hmmm, we're not bad enough? Or maybe too good by half...

-Colts won last night. Listened to some of it on the radio. Should have gone up to Eric's. Oh well...

-and speaking of the Colts, did you know that their owner last year purchased the 'scroll' on which Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road? From NPR, more on the real story of the making of the book that somehow defined the Beat Generation. I remember reading it but not when; was much more impressed and affected by Ken Keasey's writings. Did buy into the idea of somehow getting a bus and traveling around the country. We did it with a '67 Ford station wagon with a rack on top piled high with camping gear. There was even a spell there where we dragged a small trailer around with us, our worldly belongings contained therein. California, Oregon, Washington, across the country to Virginia and then back to California where we stayed for the winter and then back on the road the following spring. Back east for a year. And then...

Gotta go and eat a little something, then maybe to the golf course. Rain's about to end. More stories of past shenanigans later.