Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

Showing posts with label golf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label golf. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 3, 2019

My last ace book ... gone!

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(698 words) It’s probably so obvious they don’t even bother to mention it in Business 101, but no reasonable business plan involves ...
Thursday, May 30, 2019

Golfing with my handicaps

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(675 words) It is said with an earnest concern I find humbling, which is why I feel ashamed when I respond with jackass humor whenev...
Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Dad had balls, real (golf) balls

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(651 words) I remember just a few things about the 2002 Golf Magazine story I did about the man with the world’s largest golf ball...
Friday, April 22, 2011

For Earth Day, a recycled post

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I’m philosophically opposed to re-running old blog posts -- and I really need to get over that -- but I find it perfectly acceptable to do ...
Monday, October 6, 2008

Wisconsin by a foot

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Every time I begin thinking the ear is the ugliest part of the human body I get a glimpse of my barefeet and am reminded the ears will alway...
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Monday, September 8, 2008

Mamma Mia! I'm liking chick flicks!

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Like most golfers, I’ve tried to train my brain to adhere to a stringent set of commands I try to recite as I get ready to smack the ball. “...
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