Monthly Archives: January 2016

It Must Come Down….

100_3406.jpg thCAH6G1EAThis past week traveling I happened upon and heard a fellow in North Carolina say that “he didn’t care if it was outlawed, that flag was going to fly at his house”. Of course the flag he was talking about the Confederate Flag. I looked at him rather confused and had to think for a moment if I had missed something. He just stared blankly at me waiting to see what I would say at his perceived defiance to the law. I thought do I tell him or let him go on believing. I figured if I told him he may get offended, but ignorance like that may be worth the expression on his face upon hearing the truth. I said “it’s not against the law to fly the flag, the only place it cannot be put up was at the State House, fly it all you want”. He shifted his weight to his other leg and when he went to speak nothing came out. I’ve heard quite a number of speeches as to why the flag must come down and those speeches always centered on symbolism. Not one person I ever heard gave the history of the flag, just what it had come to represent. Lack of education was why the flag came down. I don’t really have a dog in this fight and whether it fly’s proudly in the South Carolina sky over the State House I cannot comment strongly on either way. I do feel though that the reason was hate. The flag as we all know was turned into a symbol of hatred, on both black and white sides, and that was the real reason it was taken down. I do believe the only flags that should fly over the State House in any state are that state’s flag and the American Flag. After the Charleston shooting the people there acted in a manner that we all should be proud of. That incident could have gone bad in so many ways. The aftermath resulted in the flag being removed. If the people who removed it think for a moment that removing it is going to stop the violence going forward they should be removed from office. You see the shooter had a picture of himself posing with the Confederate Flag so I guess the logic is you remove the flag you remove violent people like him from society?!? Really? Let’s say I’m a lunatic and that flag was the symbol of my hatred or beliefs, now you removed it. Do you think that’s going to make me happier or more prone to a violent outburst? As of today the flag has been down for about six weeks and the number of shootings, whether individual incidents or in mass has not let up that I can tell. I don’t have the numbers but I’d say there’s been no drop off. After all the fuss and muss about its removal, including the woman who climbed the pole to get it down, the removal itself was pretty much said and done quickly, really anticlimactic when you think about it.


Protect the Noggin!
Protect the Noggin!

Everyone seems to be hearing a helmet when riding anything now! From the smallest child riding a tricycle to grown adults. What’s up with that? I saw a guy pulling his child in a wagon and that kid was wearing a helmet!!! Really? The only time I ever put a helmet on riding a bike was when I was a kid and I took the face guard off an old football helmet and pretended I was riding a motorcycle. We did more bicycle stunts, wheelies, ramp jumps (sometimes over others lying down to see how many we could clear and none of them wore anything more than a worried look on their face), racing in the streets, fields or alleys and it never occurred to any of us to put on a helmet. During the summer we lived on our bikes and hell I crashed as much as anyone and it still never occurred to anyone to put on a helmet. Recalling some of things we did on bikes makes me wonder how no one ever got killed, but still!!! The only serious injury I ever incurred outside scrapes and bruises was a handlebar to the mouth from a runaway bike and no helmet was going to stop that. Oh oh, I suppose now everyone will now go out and buy junior a face shield. Of course junior can use it when he goes to the teeter totter. I heard a guy not long ago say we are turning into a bubble wrapped society. Pretty accurate observation, sad, but true.

What Once Was….

100_9203Several weeks back I was invited to play golf in a company outing, I was a fill in really, someone to fill in a foursome.  Hell golf’s better than work right.  Well maybe, then again maybe not. Depends on how long it’s been since you played with any regularity.  You see golf is not a sport you just go pick back up where you left off 8-9 years ago, but it was a captains choice so your always playing the best shot hit by the foursome.  Hit a bad shot you pick up and play the best shot of the foursome.  Although it is pretty cool when your shot is the best of the four.  It’s a good way to play if your not that good or haven’t played in a while.  Back when I played regularly I was on the cusp of being a single digit handicapper.  Now that doesn’t seem like that big a deal but only 4.5% of all golfers are at this level.  Hell 80% don’t even break 100.  A nine handicap means your shooting in the low 80’s on a regular basis ad occasionally break into the seventy’s.  I could hold my own and beat most of the everyday guys, leaving only the fellows that lived at the course as major challenges.  Every now and then I find myself privy to golf conversations and the talk is all of the latest equipment, who’s hitting what, gotta get that new driver, what degree is that wedge etc etc.  I got to say when I played alot I hit what I brought.  It never dawned on me to run out and get the latest and greatest whatever hit the market that week club.  I figured out how to hit what I had.  I remember several times winning new drivers and and such and I always ended up trading them away because I could hit what I had better.  In my book there was no sense in taking the time to figure out a new club to play the same.  During this outing I hit some bad shots and some good shots, that is after a few holes and getting back into the midset of my game.  Hitting a good shot still feels the same, good!  It was a pretty enjoyable time all in all, but towards the end of the round I was ready for it to be over.  Hitting the clubhouse grill and bar afterward still feels the same as well, good!  Anyway a few days after the outing I realized that my serious playing days are behind me.  I don’t have a regular group of guys to play with like I once did and it would take a multitude of weekends playing to get my game back, not to mention the driving range time.  I don’t see that happening.  I don’t know if I miss it or not but I still stare at the courses I see along the way and have quite a few great memories and stories of when I did.  There were times I couldn’t wait to get back out there, but not now.  I have other interests now. You see when you let one thing go something else will always take it’s place.  That’s how it works.