Good morning, Substackers! Here’s something to kick start that work week! Hope this message finds you well, and lord willing with a belly full of biscuits! Skeeew! ‘Corey
Your description of the Papaw's Truck smell was perfect and made me smile. Also, Kurt Vonnegut once posited that one should take a moment when doing something that makes them happy to say to themselves, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is." You reminded me of that, too. Love ya.
Well, this Monday was pretty cool, if you were prepared and got to see the eclipse as visible from wherever you were. I got to see an 80-85% eclipsed sun, so now I have the full set. I've seen a total solar eclipse, a partial solar eclipse, and an annular solar eclipse. Loved 'em all.
Yes, I was snarky on the subject of golf -- let me tell you about the day I began to respect it.
My late (and much lamented) gentleman caller was an ardent golfer. One day, I asked him, out of genuine curiosity, why anyone would play on the same golf over and over. He looked pensive for a minute and said, "Well -- each time, the weather is different. The people I'm with are different. And hell -- I'M different. So the game is always new. And you always go in thinking that this time, you'll get it right."
I thought about it and said "Well, except for being by myself, that's exactly why I'll draw or paint a picture of a tree, over and over."
For twenty years, I worked for a man who was a golfer. All of his friends were golfers. At one time, I created pay layouts for three monthly golf club newsletters.
I realize that for many, golf is a religion. Personally, I think it is cornhole for aging Republicans, a socially acceptable excuse for straight white men to wear pastels in public, and even a symbolic substitute for sex. I am aware that these thoughts expose a thorough lack of respect for the game. But I try not to mock other people's religious beliefs. Sometimes, I succeed.
Golf is also included in my Theory of Long Sticks.
When we were all still living in caves or trees, predators abounded. Sometimes they would abound on top of you and drag you away as a snack for the cubs.
Therefore, you did NOT leave your shelter without carrying a long stick -- A.K.A. a spear or club.
Humans may no longer live in caves, but I believe that the need for a long stick is firmly embedded in mankind's DNA.
Hence: The Long Sticks of Spring. Examples: (1) Baseball; (2) Trout fishing season; and (3) GOLF -- the longest, baddest, most expensive stick of them all.
I also think that a lot of men use golf as a way to take a nice walk in a pretty meadow without having to worry about his buddies calling him a pussy. If you're playing golf at the same time, the walk in the meadow becomes DIFFICULT... and therefore -- manly.
My late boss won a lot of local tournaments and we'd have this conversation.
Your recollection of your papaw's truck was so descriptive, I felt transported there myself. Well done.
Your description of the Papaw's Truck smell was perfect and made me smile. Also, Kurt Vonnegut once posited that one should take a moment when doing something that makes them happy to say to themselves, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is." You reminded me of that, too. Love ya.
Love you Corey! 💜
Well, this Monday was pretty cool, if you were prepared and got to see the eclipse as visible from wherever you were. I got to see an 80-85% eclipsed sun, so now I have the full set. I've seen a total solar eclipse, a partial solar eclipse, and an annular solar eclipse. Loved 'em all.
Yes, I was snarky on the subject of golf -- let me tell you about the day I began to respect it.
My late (and much lamented) gentleman caller was an ardent golfer. One day, I asked him, out of genuine curiosity, why anyone would play on the same golf over and over. He looked pensive for a minute and said, "Well -- each time, the weather is different. The people I'm with are different. And hell -- I'M different. So the game is always new. And you always go in thinking that this time, you'll get it right."
I thought about it and said "Well, except for being by myself, that's exactly why I'll draw or paint a picture of a tree, over and over."
I hope you enjoy your day at Augusta.
For twenty years, I worked for a man who was a golfer. All of his friends were golfers. At one time, I created pay layouts for three monthly golf club newsletters.
I realize that for many, golf is a religion. Personally, I think it is cornhole for aging Republicans, a socially acceptable excuse for straight white men to wear pastels in public, and even a symbolic substitute for sex. I am aware that these thoughts expose a thorough lack of respect for the game. But I try not to mock other people's religious beliefs. Sometimes, I succeed.
Golf is also included in my Theory of Long Sticks.
When we were all still living in caves or trees, predators abounded. Sometimes they would abound on top of you and drag you away as a snack for the cubs.
Therefore, you did NOT leave your shelter without carrying a long stick -- A.K.A. a spear or club.
Humans may no longer live in caves, but I believe that the need for a long stick is firmly embedded in mankind's DNA.
Hence: The Long Sticks of Spring. Examples: (1) Baseball; (2) Trout fishing season; and (3) GOLF -- the longest, baddest, most expensive stick of them all.
I also think that a lot of men use golf as a way to take a nice walk in a pretty meadow without having to worry about his buddies calling him a pussy. If you're playing golf at the same time, the walk in the meadow becomes DIFFICULT... and therefore -- manly.
My late boss won a lot of local tournaments and we'd have this conversation.
Me: So... Eric. How'd you do?
Eric: (modestly) Oh... I won.
Me: Real money or Pro Shop money?
Eric: Now, BE NICE!
I purchased a Venus fly trap to celebrate the solar eclipse today? Science is pretty fun… I think that counts?
Hey Corey, the jazz soundtrack was hittin…✌️💙😎