|Tiger Woods, Deactivated or Finished?|
Friday, February 6, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Tonight I'm breaking that compact. To my sorrow, France -- that nation that provided the intellectual synergy and enlightenment that inspired the American Revolution, the culture that set the 20th century standard for sophistication and inclusion, that place where fine food is a taken-for-granted basic human right, where street vendors ply their trade with a panache that escapes ordinary folk elsewhere, the nation that has suffered and resisted and survived occupation, a place I have visited again and again, and a place that I love despite the haughty scorn I endure when I attempt to communicate in French (I long ago gave up and turned to the more universal language of American Express) -- has joined the ranks of jihadi's victims.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
|Alma Barnes, Me & Bonnie Bell (left to right)|
We were all monitoring the long-range forecast and the sun was predicted to make a brief appearance between two winter storms marching across the continent. Still, after several days of cold rain I wasn't too surprised when I arrived at the golf course to find that our number had dwindled to three: Alma, Bonnie, and me.
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
My list of undone tasks is way too long -- pay bills, change the parrots' papers (a healthy parrot poops every 15 minutes, around the clock and there are five healthy parrots in my life happily pooping in concert), shop for stocking stuffers, get the guest room comforter off the shelf and into a duvet cover and onto the bed.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
|Ben Martin's putting clinic at Shriners Hospital fort|
Children-Greenville, SC. Photo credit: Scott Chancey,
The 24-hour news cycle has made it possible to follow, almost shot-by-shot, the search for a crazed cop-killer in Pennsylvania and the attempt to liberate a cafe packed with terrified customers being held hostage in Sydney by a crazed jihadi, or was he?
Have I omitted something? Probably. It's been almost too much to absorb. Am I getting desensitized to mass violence? Or am I, in the golf season interregnum, just more attuned to the 24-hour news cycle blood and guts filler?
Let's get back to golf, the sport with a social conscience, played by folks at all levels who have the capacity to forge bonds and partnerships, friendships and economic alliances that transcend the divisions of race, religion, and political ideology.
To achieve that refocus, allow me to share with you three of my current favorite golf cameos:
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
|Sam Adams, Essentially Golf|
I met Sam Adams through the Google+ Golf Community (if you love golf and aren't a member of the Community you're missing an opportunity to connect with others who share your passion) and discovered that while we've never met Sam's living and teaching golf within about 30 miles of my home base. As our conversations unfolded I also discovered that his approach to teaching draws on his friendships Mickey Wright and Harvy Penick, golfers I admire enormously.
Mickey Wright played on the LPGA Tour from 1955 to 1969, was elected to the World Golf Hall of Fame in 1964, has been named all-time top woman golfer by both Golf Digest and Golf Magazine, and penned Play Golf the Wright Way, a book I return to again and again as I continue to refine my relationship with this pesky, humbling, befuddling game that so engages me. I was more than a little impressed when Sam shared with me that he's actually played a round or two with her.
My son Wes introduced me to Harvey Penick and his little red books several years ago when he tucked a couple of the volumes into my carry-on bag at the conclusion of one of our golf matches and said, You'll enjoy reading these on your way across the country at 32,000 feet. Wes was correct. I've read them all now, but my favorite is For All Who Love The Game: Lessons and Teachings for Women. Although he's best remembered as Ben Crenshaw's coach (it's said Harvey continued to provide guidance to Crenshaw from his deathbed), like my current swing coach, Tommy Pendley, Harvey Penick had that rare capacity to nurture the golfer who lives inside many women and his writings speak to me and inspire me.
How could I go wrong with a guest post from a fellow South Carolinian who's learned his trade from these two golf luminaries? I couldn't. So here's Sam's guest post on the wisdom and the inspiration he gained from Mickey Wright and her coach, Harvey Penick:
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
|ASU Karsten Golf Club, 8th fairway|