A calm day at the course

The #4 Utility Wood flew out of the 18^th fairway like a July 4^th rocket. It looked as though it’s final resting place might even be the middle of Savage street, but alas, it hit an upper branch and began a trickling descent to the ground. Landing unharmed, it was soon to be subject to another terrible swing. This club was one of two that hit the air this past Saturday. The other was a nine iron that took a gentler path, traveling no more than four feet off the ground.

I thought my club throwing days were behind me, especially after a near disaster several years ago in Myrtle Beach (that’s another story), but I’m embarrassed to say that I’m still immature enough to let my golf game develop club throwing anger. Perhaps going from a nice round of 86 a couple of weeks ago to a sparkling 100 this week might have been a big part of it. I suppose there will come the day, I hope, when I can take this game lightly and totally accept the fact that with advancing age comes a shitty golf game.

Thank heavens I can handle the nineteen hole with ease. I’m a scratch drinker and eater in the club house. Heinekens and Chili Dogs go down so smoothly that there are never any forks or knives hitting the air.

I think it’s about time to consider letting the clubs rest until March and find something I can handle calmly till then.

Newport

Just thought I'd give you all an opportunity to get a look at our summer home. I'd invite you all over for Thanksgiving, but the place is a beast to heat and the weather's getting a little cold. Seriously though, this is a picture I took of the "Marble House" during a recent weekend we spent in Newport, Rhode Island.

Did you ever agree to something and then have some serious reservations about doing it? Well, recently our friends invited us to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary with them in Newport. Sounds good, but there was a catch, nineteen of their family, children and grandchildren, were also going. Now really, doesn't that sound like we might have had a minority presence? Well surprise, surprise, we had a marvelous time. No bad meals to bitch about, no car or driving problems ( I didn't drive ), no hotel problems, fabulous weather. The whole weekend gave me no fodder for my usual negative blogs.

Friday was spent only with our friends, rest were coming on Saturday. Did one of our usual Winery stops and followed with dinner and a great play at The Newport Playhouse. Play was "Pajama Top" and we were able to watch it from the theater's front row. Even this old guy with advancing impaired hearing was able to hear all the words. The play was followed with a cabaret performance by the cast members.

A pleasant trolley tour provided us with a great history of the city (tour guide was a very enthusiastic retired history teacher), and some great scenery during a shoreline ride. The Trolley trip was topped off with a tour of the Mansion shown above.

As I'm writing this, I'm still amazed at how well the whole weekend went.

Even our trip home on Monday had some pleasant surprises. One more winery stop and a stop at the Mohegan Sun Casino brought an end to our trip. At the Casino we ate at The Dubliner Irish Pub for a second time and was surprised by another good meal. A sandwich of tender Corned Beef with Whiskey Onions, Hot Cabbage & Bacon Slaw, Swiss Cheese and lathered with Guinness Stout Mayo or Spicy Brown Mustard. All this on a nice toasted grinder type roll and washed down with a pint of Harp and Bass Ale. My God, what could be better? I certainly have no idea, because I think it was the best sandwich I have ever had in my seventy three years, and it was only $9.00 ( at a Casino?). The slots didn’t treat me as well as the Dubliner, but one out of two isn’t bad.

This little treat was the culmination of a long, but great weekend trip to Newport, Rhode Island.