Outing organizer and older brother Snapper wisely traded in the traditional Saturday afternoon round of
That's an inside joke, but hopefully the contingent of 20-something youngerlings in the group now understand that if you (hypothetically speaking) hurl over the balcony after a tequilla shot, you will be named after that act and brutally teased until someone else takes your title and your place at the balcony... Up Chuck and Ralph held the title the longest so far.
Sunday morning found us teeing off on the Tribute. After the round, we gathered a final time to distribute the prize monies in the clubhouse cabana. Playing the legendary "19th hole", we watched in shock and awe as the Detroit Lions beat up on the Washington Redskins and ended the second-longest losing streak in NFL history at 19 games.
Abraham Lincoln, the sixteenth president. Thomas Jefferson, the third president, and 16 and three make 19 again. What is so deep about this number 19? Why are we standing on the Capitol steps today? That number 19 -- when you have a nine you have a womb that is pregnant. And when you have a one standing by the nine, it means that there's something secret that has to be unfolded.
Much like when I sequester myself to the kitchen pantry/panic room for the weekend, I have no clue what is going on in the world of politics.
So in conclusion, I spent my Sunday in much the same fashion and state of mind as Obama.
Actually your better off not being here in the real world.ReplyDelete
Are any of us anymore....?ReplyDelete
Back in the saddle. Ain't it the truth!ReplyDelete