Any Tee Beats An IV

I got out on a beautiful spring morning today and played a very sketchy nine holes of geezer golf. But I had a few competent moments out there that were enough to remind me that my worst day on the golf course beats the heck out of any day during the aggressive melanoma treatments too many mole mates are undergoing right now. So I’ll go back tomorrow and perhaps do better. Or not. But whatever happens, I’ll try to remember to be thankful that I’m stepping onto a tee box and not into an IV box.


I’ll sign off with the Talking Heads’ “And She Was”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmaVK1E-VKQ&feature=related


And he was driving in the rough
And he could hear the bogeys breathing
And he could see the nearby green through trees
He's making sure he is not cheating
Out of sight of the pro’s clubhouse
Now score’s starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And he opens up his eyes

The swing was grooving he was right there with it (and he was)
The swing was grooving he was gloating about it (and he was) and he was

And he was drifting through the back nine
And he was making quite a mess
And he was swinging very slowly
Rising balls above the earth
Curving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching greens at all
Hit into back yards

The swing was grooving he was right there with it (and he was)
The swing was grooving he was gloating about it (and he was) and he was

He was glad about it... no doubt about it
He isn't sure where C’s gone
No time to think about this Hotel then
No time to think about hole that’s done
And he was

And he was looking at himself
And swings were looking pretty groovy
Shots had a pleasant elevation
Shots moving out in same direction

The swing was grooving he was right there with it (and he was)
The swing was grooving he was gloating about it (and he was) and he was

Still in the world of living persons (and he was)
Golfing enough to hit some right (and he was)