All over the world, it’s still here despite
a one-size-fits-all ‘tude. It stands out because
Individuals stand out. It is humanity’s most
precious commodity and greatest resource,
because it is too rare. You can’t buy it
because it’s not for sale, yet examples are
so freely given! No class and low character
are common attributes, it’s the uncommon
that’s noticeable. So guard your own!
I may be on a road paved with good intentions,
but there’s no legible absolute with that.
It’s just that there’s no such thing as a sure thing.
Could be, maybe not. To know or think I know,
that seems to be the question, not really sure tho.
Will the sun come up tomorrow? Stay tuned if
it does.
IF (big if) it does, will light still shine?
Probably.
Will water still be wet?
Likely.
Air still to breathe?
Good chance.
And will the world still define the word “know”
best with the word “certainty”?
We can only hope.
Like most Americans, I’m at the end of my belt.
I have yet to receive any check in the mail.
Woke from home, I look every day, still waiting.
Nothing yet, so I’m clapping back.
Heard Big Bro was raising mail rates.
Maybe that’s why no check.
So I went postal, and started
the E-mail Government Organization
(EGO for short) to complain.
Nobody joined. It actually cost me big too.
Pretty sure now tho, it’s me.
So, effective immediately,
you wanna mail me money,
start using Fed Ex.
Maybe it’s because I’m not complaining.
Maybe the check’s lost.
It happens.
There’s no money in self-shadow banning either.
I tried, no response.
So I tried self-ghosting.
Nothing.
As for that check, I blame myself for not filling out a
change of address card 12 years ago.
It was on one of the too few courses that
you could still walk on Sundays, and
the green fees were already reasonable
to boot.
My best friend and I were there early in the
the morning, no tee time, but we were there.
Money was accepted, and we were sent to the
tee where there where @ 10 carts,
chock full of twenty-somethings.
Arms crossed and glaring at the only
two-some, it sure seemed not to help that we
were walking walk-ons either.
The man in charge immediately sent us
to the front of that line, and we were joined
by one who claimed to be a Ranger,
one who left an arm in Afghanistan.
According to the man in charge, everyone
else was afraid he might slow em down
because he was walking, and, you
know, one arm.
Being a two-some, I personally was
already elated by our being allowed
to tee off, this addition was an honor.
Prepared to wait a couple hours,
I quickly downed the coffee in
my hand, and strolled past the carts.
Stogies were puffed, but no one said
a word.
Good drives by all, and us three
took off. We not only weren’t slow,
we had to wait a couple holes while the
group in front cleared.
I still marvel that the man walked 18 holes,
and managed to hit a golf ball doing it.
With one arm and lots of grit.
On one of the holes, he hit 4 balls into a
small pond, then hit a 5th over it.
Didn’t want to make an exception to the rules,
either.
Up until that day I had kept my scores for
years, thought I knew my handicap.
Suddenly, I realized I didn’t have one.
memyselfnie 