I’ve been busy scanning our collection of slides (you old timers will remember these) and came across one that we took in Yosemite National Park in 1976 while on a camping trip there. In our haste to get out of town, I failed to pack the tent poles. We had to improvise.
“If I hit it right, it’s a slice. If I hit it left, it’s a hook. If I hit it straight, it’s a miracle. –Author Unknown
I just finished reading and article in Reader’s Digest entilted, “105 Unforgettable People & Places.” I can’t remember a one.
“The difference between golf and government is that in golf you can’t improve your lie.”
—Former California Governor George Deukmejian
After a fun visit with our son, David (aka the Fig), our adopted daughter Shannon (aka #2 Daughter), and two of our three granddudes, Lane and Jackson, Mrs. Major and I left about 6pm for a Christmas pitch-in with the Villages Homebrew Club. We had a great time gabbing with the club members and spouses, eating yummy food, and sampling several brews. When we opened our garage door a couple of hours later, we were greeted by an array of Christmas lights, strung from every conceivable protuberance and the blaring sound of Christmas music coming from my garage radio.
Of course we took several photos and texted this one to the Fig and #2 (also to #1 who is still in Indiana). Turns out they were all waiting at a nearby restaurant waiting to hear from us. As #2 and the dudes had a 2.5 hour drive home, we were surprised they waited. But glad.
I finally got all the strings down and tied up back in the big box. No way was I going to try to put the strings in their original boxes.