Introduction

The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.



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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

A Sharp Dressed Man

I played golf today (rather badly I must say) wearing both a long-sleeved SPF 2K golf shirt and a copious layer of sunscreen. Plus a ball cap and dark shades. All despite the fact that it was a rather toasty day by Colorado standards. It’s just the sort of “belt and suspenders” avoidance of risk behavior that one might expect from a recovering attorney and paranoid hypochondriac melanoma survivor. But hey, I’d rather be the palest and least stylish golfer on the course than have another hunk of flesh carved out of my old hide. So, I think I wisely turned myself out on the course today as a rather “Sharp Dressed Man”, and there just happens to be a great old ZZ Top tune by that name…



Sun shirt, golf shoes
and I don't know what I am gonna shoot.
Ball cap, bad lies,
I sure know the reason why.
I stopped sunnin' just as fast as I can
'cause all my docs are crazy 'bout a sunscreened man.

Don’t watch, full sunscreen,
I ain't hittin' not a single green.
tough links, hard pin
when I par out I'm gonna do you in.
I stopped my sunnin' just as fast as I can
'cause all my docs are crazy 'bout a sunscreened man.

High score, top that,
And I don't worry when I hit it fat.
Black shades, golf’s hard
puttin' sharp, lookin' for par.
I stopped sunnin' just as fast as I can
'cause all my docs are crazy 'bout a sunscreened man.

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