INSULTS

A recent magazine article here in San Felipe referred to me as the “venerable Sam Grubb”.  Venerable?  That means old fart!  Am I really that old?  To add insult to injury my golf coach, Bill told me that practicing wouldn’t help my game.  He said, “ At your age your muscle memory is not there.  You can practice all you want, but it won’t change your swing.”  Well, screw him!  I’m not that old.  I did practice today, and changed my swing, and it worked!  Well, maybe not.  Tomorrow I’ll play and see what happens.  I’ll be playing against Bill, and am determined to whip his sorry ass.  It is difficult to face the fact that age is creeping up, no rushing up, on me.  My hair is white, my strength ain’t what it used to be, I sleep more, and just don’t have either the ambition or stamina that used to be.  Staying out on the town until 9:00 PM is a real effort.  That’s bedtime.  Sometimes I enjoy the comfort that comes with the “golden years”, but there are times when I resent the loss of energy.

GOOD MORNING

GOOD FRIENDS

“You never know what you got till it’s gone”.  Remember that song?  OK, name that tune, the singer and songwriter and year, and you win.    You won’t know the prize until it’s gone either.  Well, if you twist my arm, the prize is a beer, that I’ll drink for you.  I hope we have multiple winners here.  If we don’t have winners, I’ll just drink the beer anyway.  The thing that brought this song to mind is that last week I received a CD from the band that used to let me stand on stage with them.

GREAT DAY!

Yesterday turned into a delightful trip around town.  My car had a heart attack, or whatever it is that cars do when they don’t feel good.  We took it to the hospital.  That would be Juan.  (He’s the mechanic who has “Broken English spoken here” over his corrugated metal shed).  I had another meeting downtown that afternoon, which turned out to be boring, so I left it.  So here I was, downtown, and no car.  So just for the hell of it I decided to walk down to Juan’s and see if he had looked at it.  I know, it was dumb to expect that after only one day, but a little pestering might get the work done before Labor Day.