K of C Scramble

Another one of our golf goddesses: Erin, Jim and Wilma's granddaughter.

Loogootee K of C will have its first scramble of the year tomorrow out at Lakeview. Nine am start. Note that this event is starting the roll towards fair weather, a bunch of which hits us during the next several days. About time, let me say; seems like it's been forever.

Dinner at the Batemans. The women have solutions for the Iraqi thingee: get out, leave, stop now, drop everything. Sounds good to me. You know that there are historical and/or literary precedents for women stopping silly man things. They all just agree to cut them off from the things they like; for instance, hot meals, friendly chatter, warm bodies. Doesn't take them long to come around to "mama's way of thinking". Another possible solution is a return to the ways of real men in times long ago when kings and princes and leaders personally lead their troops into battle. Too easy for the men of today, in order to prove their manhood or something, to sit around some very comfortable conference room and casually send the young to faraway places to shoot and maim and kill and to be shot and maimed and killed. Ms. Gram Pelosi, and Harry Reid, going to meet with George Bush next week. Representatives of the people, and the children, of these United States.

On a lighter note: Food was great, company even better.

Come play golf tomorrow or in a day or two - it'll do wonder for your spirits.

Let there be plenty of sunshine...

The last four days have been wondrous for golfers of every stripe. And that, my friends, was super nice. Golfing was more than enjoyable, though, with all the returning customers, I played but a few holes at the end of these last two days. It was great to see you all again! Expect to see even more good weather golfers in the next few days. Notice our own little golf goddess, granddaughter Leah (in the above picture, Danielle's younger daughter), doing her own bit at calling for the powers that be to give her heed.

The Golf Goddess Responds

The golf goddess, Gigi, I think this time, has responded with sunshine and temperatures at 50* this morning. Bless her. Of course, my laptop is cranky and I won't be able to have breakfast with Diane and Eric is still fighting the yuks. Still, bless Gigi. It's to the golf course I go...