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A Lovely...

Day, it is.  Nice yesterday also, even with a drizzly start.  the golf was good.  I thought I had perhaps regained form, shooting 39 on the front 9 but the back nine taught me once again who is in charge.  There may be a correlation between being almost old and wearing down to a nub somewhere around hole #14.  Or possibly something to do with the cognitive decline associated with bending over to place the ball on the tee after the age of 30. 

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The best part  of the cartoon is the dog with the food bowl in his/her/its  mouth.

Wouldn’t it be great if the USA could regain a sense of humor…?  I know I was much happier when I had one.  Not sure exactly when or where I lost it but I think it had something to do with SAMSUNG…  

Tom Brokaw…?  That man among men sought to seduce a young lovely while she was working for NBC…?  He, a married man, and very righteous commentator on the  morality of proper politics…? Inconceivable… 

For years, I have maintained that the garage would clean itself.  Besides the climate was aways either too cold or too hot to work in that environment.  Now, unexpectedly, as my faculties are in severe decline,  I realize the folly of my arguments.  My Apple watch is nagging me to get off the place where my inner democrat resides and do something.  Can I fight this insanity long enough to nap my way out of it…?  Stay tuned…



aa© Robert Graham 2012