I know I'm rushing things, but peering through the windows is inundating me with a sense of springtime. I know that I'm setting myself up for a bitterly cold disappointment, but I like what I'm seeing. This is sitting on the porch weather.
As luck would have it, the General has not signed-off on my being outside on the porch as an approved activity. With very limited use of my right leg, it is her thought that gravity is no respecter of persons and I've already proven I don't always make a good landing. Far be it for me to argue with her. The evidence suggests she's smarter than me.
Consequently, I peer longingly though the windows and am enjoying the view of the golf course. Yesterday was a flurry of unrelenting activity outside. The golf course was very busy. From casual observation, it appears that about three times more men than women play golf.
One of the things that has surprised me is the age differential. Golf obviously is not a sport primarily for folks who are retirement age. I suspect that there are probably more older people living in the neighborhood than younger adults with small children. At least that is true of the street that we live on. People of all ages play golf.
I've also figured out that not everyone who plays golf does so because they find it relaxing. I've seen more than one disgruntled player who seemingly blamed his clubs rather than his skillset for his performance. I have a full view of the sand trap associated with the 13th hole. It is a great place to view human behavior.
When I was a kid growing up, I associated golf with the country club set. We didn't know anyone who lived at the country club, and we didn't know anyone that played golf. I've never been a sport's enthusiast, but televised golf tournaments held absolutely no interest for me. The same was true for baseball and football.
As young adults, I went with Ronnie once to play golf. It re-enforced my belief that the definition of insanity is chasing a ball with a stick. Of course, Ronnie loved the game. At the time, he was already in the U.S. Marine Corps and if he wasn't in the air, he was most likely on the golf course. In so many respects, the two of us lived in different worlds.
Many years ago, when I first left working for a public agency to head a children's home, I got into conflict with the board of directors over golf. Texas had just passed a compulsory attendance law for school attendance. Historically, the children's home had taken children out of school for a week to pick up trash at a golf tournament in the Woodlands. I agreed that we would pick up trash over the weekend, but that we weren't going to take kids out of school. For me, it was a simple call.
It did not set well with the Board, but I had the law on my side. That was the first of several conflicts between me and the Board.
At any rate, I'm ready for springtime.
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