Humor

You live, you learn. Many years ago I was out for a round of golf at my local public course. Since my group was not a foursome, the pro shop had a single player join up with us. Now, I can’t remember the fellow’s name – but let’s call him Jim. What I can tell you Jim was easily in his seventies. He was short and had a very slight build. You might be able to guess what’s happened next.

I step up to the tee with my steel shaft persimmon wood, set my 5’ 11’’ frame over the ball, and crack out a drive- pretty good start for me. Jim steps up to the tee, and you couldn’t help but notice he had a driver with an oversized head on a long, high flex graphite shaft. Jim takes an easy swing and sends the ball on its way – way past where my ball lies, that is. Hhhhmmmm… did that

I’m a huge fan of terrible 80s action movies. I don’t really discriminate, but my favorites are the movies that have a ton of awful dialogue and most importantly, people yelling incoherently as they flail around and attempt to impale each other with swords, metal pipes, or in the case of Deadly Prey, “wooden” javelins. The 80s seemed like a more innocent time, when directors either didn’t realize that their films were terrible, or didn’t care. 

Being one of those “Millenial” Children, I’ve grown up with a certain level of technology. I had a computer at a young age, as well as a Nintendo and a couple of electronics kits my grandfather bought for me. One thing I do remember was the rotary telephone. Ancient and out of place, it was like staring back in time. Schools were segregated, people walked up hills both ways, and everyone hated calling anyone with a “0” in their number. Well imagine my chagrin when, in the