I created this blog as a place to store memories in case I ever get to the point where memory becomes an issue.  It’s not intended to be for general consumption and don’t expect to find brilliant insights.  If you find it interesting, good.  If not, that’s okay too.    Sometimes the language might not be to some people’s liking.  I’ll try to keep the profanity to a minimum.  To channel Jackie Gleason, “Away we go!”

A little about me for those who don’t know me.  Born in Royalton, Illinois in 1940.  Moved to Stockton, California in 1954.  Joined the Air Force in 1959; retired in 1986.  Married my wife Beverly in  1963.  She passed away in 2017 which is probably why I started this since she’s no longer around to hear me prattle on.  I’ve been stationed all over the place (Texas, Alabama, Japan, Nebraska, Thailand, South Carolina, Spain, Utah, Indiana, Hawaii, and Georgia).  This blog will be somewhat organized around those places unless I decide to go on a rant.  I plan on putting headers in boldface to try to be somewhat organized.

GOLF – I love golf.  Like to play it; like to watch it on television; like to talk about it.  I’ve been lucky enough to have two holes-in-one and a double eagle (that’s an albatross for you purists).

One of my favorite rounds was when I was by myself and the starter put me in with an older couple.  I don’t remember their names so I’ll call them Ralph and Alice.  We were chatting before teeing off and I mentioned that I usually played ready golf.  Alice said, “Oh, that’s fine.  We do that during my ladies league.  But, if you hit in front of a birdie, your tits will fall off.”  I cracked up and we went on to have a very enjoyable time.  I’ve told that story many times in various settings.  I told it during a round in a senior golf league match.  Some months later, I ran into one of my opponents from that match and he proceeded to tell the story as if it happen to him.  The people I was with knew the story because I had told them right after it happened and it was all we could do to keep a straight face.  The guy is a bit of a blowhard and always tries to one up any conversation.

Another favorite round was one I was placed in a three-some.  I introduced myself and the others introduced themselves as Father John, Father Mark, and Father Joe (not their real names).  I said, “Well, as a Catholic, I guess I’d better watch my language.”  Father John said, “Son, if God hadn’t wanted you to cuss, he never would have invented golf.”   He went on to say, “You’ve got to watch Father Joe, he cheats.  He’s a Jesuit so……”  It was a very enjoyable round.  Especially when one of them hit a ball out of bounds and used some very colorful language to describe the shot.