- Research is fun as usual. I’m not sure if I succeeded in something today, or just screwed up so badly that things worked out the same.
- Apparently I’m engaged now. Wha, you’re in charge of the bachelor party. Brad, set up a round of golf for everyone the day of. Make sure there’s an open bar with beer and whiskey at the reception. If you can get my family there, great. That should about cover things from my end.
- I cannot even imagine what I would shoot at Pinehurst No. 2. I’m guessing something around 140.
- Did you hear about the F1 race where only 6 cars started? What. the. hell?
- It appears that RFK, Jr is trying to out-do Uncle Teddy (no body count yet, though)
- Finally, I spent some time this evening seasoning my cast iron skillets. With proper care I can expect to use those things for many more decades. The key (ok, so there are several) to cast iron, is to never use soap or detergents to clean them. And if anyone can buy me a used, good condition 12″ Griswold skillet w/lid… and a Griswold griddle, then I’d be as happy as drunk in a distillery.
- Speaking of drunk, I’ve decided to use my Oly Style glass beer pitcher as a fish bowl. Now I just have to get a small gold fish. I plan to name him Hops.
Salon.com has just plopped down on the web the biggest, steamingest, drippiest turd I’ve ever seen it publish, an article so mindnumbingly one-sided and uncritical that in my eyes it utterly destroys nearly all credibility Salon.com has had as a source of reliable news and comment.
Cheers,
Nobrainer

“I cannot even imagine what I would shoot at Pinehurst No. 2….around 140″
Everybody watching must have been wondering. Major Dad and I were in the 150-160 camp. ON the
best day of our lives…