Golfing

Every time I go golfing, it's a little like moving from one house to another. I grab my clubs, sunscreen, iPod touch (with custom made playlists for that particular round and tailored to the people that I'm golfing with that day), Bluetooth speaker, range finder watch, laser range finder, just in case, along with assorted Koozies, jerky, and that often forgotten scorecard...

I went to Anaconda last weekend to play the fabled Old Works golf course. I hadn't played there in several years and wanted to be sure to play there this year. While there, I locked my keys in my pickup. There is ONE locksmith in the Anaconda phone book...

Mark got to go golfing in December!

I hate it. I mean, it's really one of the few things that makes me angry. 3 putting. It's a mental thing. Golf course designers allowed for 2 putts on any green after arriving on the green in regulation. The first putt should be hit as close as you can get it...

Somewhere in the summer of 1975, my grandfather took me golfing for the first time at the Anaconda Hills Golf Course in Great Falls. He would come pick me up, take me to the course, pay my greens fee and also gave me my first clubs. I have a lot of great memories of walking through the heavy dew that was on the grass as the sun came up each day ...

Well, here it is. Today's contract mandated blog will be my last dalliance with social media for this election day. I don't think my presidential candidate is going to win. And I fear and dread the repercussions this vote will have on my financial future and the safety of the people that I love...