Guy's blog about life with pets in northern mich. for Tuesday, August 21, 2007

As I anticipate my first Soc. Sec. Check from Uncle Sugar, (HAH!) I reflect back over the years. I grew up mostly in Ann Arbor, Michigan, in the now famous 1960’s, “ground zero” of the counter culture ( not Haight/Ashbury), went to Jr. high and Ann Arbor High with Bob Seeger, and went from the black and white cookie-cutter 50’s, to the psychedelic Beatles in a twinkling! Add in, as Paul Simon said, “When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all!”... Sign in to see full entry.

A lot of golfers must also be bloggers. I don’t really see the appeal of the game, once one has reached his or her goal, but that’s just me. Here is another golf joke; Two golfers were about to putt-out on the eighth hole at the municipal course, one Sunday morning. While one golfer was lining up his putt, visualizing the path the ball would follow, controlling his breath, shutting out all outside distractions, his partner gave him a hard punch in the shoulder. “What the hell did you hit me... Sign in to see full entry.