golf

Jake's west. Wednesday. Lobster Bisque soup day. A couple of things. That soup is awesome. But, it hasn't placed any extra burden on Maine's lobster fisherman.

I got to thinking about things that should have my name on them. Like a "Mark Wilson" bench on certain golf courses.

I've played more courses than I can count and played with more golfers than I could possibly remember.

I had not played golf in Roundup in a dozen years or so until this past Sunday. I took Johnny Vincent along to show him a place he had not seen yet.

I learned this week that I couldn't golf while wearing my bifocals.

I was "moving in" to my golf cart, I had a lucky find, a pack of sanitizing wipes that I forgot that I had.

Are you seriously blogging about golf balls? Yes. My life is that boring. And I needed a break from all things Corona.

I took some heat for just ASKING about getting a Christmas tree delivered. And more heat from changing my profile picture to one of me on a ladder at the Barn Raising.

We got our first snow and it was in September. I'm guessing the folks who blow out sprinklers couldn't answer the phone fast enough.

On our weekly "Daddy/Daughter Night" this week, I began to pass along some of the vast knowledge that I have about pinball.

My game starts with a 32G iPod complete with customized playlists for different moods.

Some of this week's more interesting topics covered on our program included Chinese Cialis, how my beer never lives to its expiration date, the temperature in hell, and whether or not I should start drinking at least a little milk.