Letter
Sir @ November 24, 2010 # 4 Comments
Make a playlist to someone and explain why you chose all of the songs The last time that I saw you alive was 23 years this weekend. I was a newly-minted freshman in high school and you were in the 5th month of bone cancer’s incubation. Most of my regrets are of the petty and [...]
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Consigliere
Sir @ July 22, 2010 # 7 Comments
In the tenth circle of hell that is Branson, Missouri, there exists any number of things that attack the senses and flush good taste down the toilet. Imagine a place that caters to retirement-aged folks with a taste for sparkly shirts festooned with eagles carrying American flags and musical shows sporting people pretending to be [...]
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At Play on the Fairways of the Lord
Sir @ April 15, 2010 # 5 Comments
The greatest golf course on which I’ve ever played involved sheep. About halfway down the western coast of Ireland lay the farthest point west that one can travel prior to falling into the ocean. The town there is called Dingle and the journey to the golf course requires driving toward the sea on rutted roads [...]
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Singularity
Sir @ October 5, 2009 # 11 Comments
My grandmother recently turned 89 and is alone for only the second time in her life. The first time was following my grandfather’s untimely expiration, which was mere days before the wife of a former bridge partner decided to make her way to the beyond. The two surviving broken hearts found each other in mutual [...]
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Good Enough
Sir @ September 23, 2008 # 16 Comments
My grandparents taught themselves how to golf in their 30s, making them late bloomers where the game is concerned. Within a few years of learning, they were beating everyone they played, winning competition after competition with the kind of ease that infuriates those who work relentlessly on their form. They started teaching me the game [...]
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A Coronary Delight
Sir @ July 9, 2008 # 15 Comments
Nearly every admirable trait that I developed growing up was acquired by watching and listening to my grandparents. Theirs is a pretty extraordinary story and one that I’ll no doubt provide snippets of here from time to time. My grandmother likes to tell me how, when I was just a wee lad sitting in my [...]
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