The Ab news wire has reported , today, the popular blanket/sweater lounging duvan marketed on television and in many retail stores as the Snugglie is under investigation in regard to the fiery deaths of cold people handling their remote controls. The faux fleece Snugglies are manufactured in China behind the Jiffy Rube. The initial process of sewing and gathering the batting of fleece conforms to ISO 9000 standards, but after the Chinese spray on the flammable dyes, a spark originating from a AAA battery can ignite the garmeent, thus melting the Snugglie to the now hot person holding their remote. Warnings are also being issued by PETA indicating severe hazard of petting any cat while sitting on a Snugglie. And by no means should any cold person attempt to operate a Wii gaming system while wearing a Snugglie. More to come as news arrives.

Your policies and appointments are obviously directing our country towards a Communist oligarch governmental structure. How do you defend your attack against and overthrow of our capitalist republic?

Santa's on horseback! Old men are wearing glow stix around their necks! Electric guitar and an oompah band share the same space!...Anarchy!? Close! No sooner had the aroma of spice cookies left my nostril than a stampede of baby carriages nearly did me in. Let me rewind the clock.... Cabin fever was closing in after a short day at work. I put on my lucky shirt to go for a walk. Karen gave me my lucky shirt with its's stripes. It hasn't brought me tangible results , yet, but maybe I haven't tried hard enough, because Karen is wise. My walks are usually undirected, and if fate leads the way, maybe something fun, romantic, or interesting might occur. There were displays being erected on the red brick sidewalks at every corner of the Village. No one had to cajole me into the Moravian cookie store- I know how good they taste and what great gifts they make. Dewey's has more than just spice cookies, and includes gift tins and fresh baked goods. Crowds gathering along the sidewalks forced me to turn my large bag sideways. A 3-piece band began to attract a crowd with their carols anf crazy-inflatable-arm-waving-man. Suddenly, the Cardinal-Gibbons drum line hammered around the corner...And...they had a horse-drawn Santa and Mrs Claus close behind. Cars were going every direction- to shop and to see Santa, so I followed the parade. Across the street there was a kiddie-rock band. Santa feebly climbed from the wagon. He visited the long line of moms and baby strollers and 2 year olds and 3 and 4 year olds. There was another long line on the right side of his wagon and when he decided to sit on a throne on the second side, the stampede began. Jshoop! jshoop! went the crumb-crunchers on both sides and mt toes could not have curled any tighter in response to many sets of stroller tires. Since Santa already has my letter, I came home and ate some spice cookies.

This is the letter I sent to the TV show TMZ. I couldn't actually write my true feelings. I hope they each sit on a rusty sun dial.

I always wondered what this TMZ was in my tv listings. There has never been a less intellectual collection of low IQ butt inskis , except for the gestapo. Each and every participant in this waste of film is a LOSER! I pray for the day any of you wanna be, jealous, imbeciles ever ambushes me with camera and question. Your show and each of you losers should get a life...OF YOUR OWN! Vomit has moreattraction and grace than each of you. None of you can hide your pathetic name and future. You are snot on the bottom of a shit covered shoe. Thank you.

The Judge came into the store today. He is a real judge. The Judge use to come in all the time. Even if you are behind the wall doing the mail, you can easily recognize his booming voice upon his entry. He has always been very pleasant and called us by name, but you knew you didn't want to disappoint him. He seems like evryone's dad. We are busy at the store and have many repeat customers, so we hadn't really noticed the Judge's absence. He may not have been in since last tax time. I nearly had his accountant's adress memorized.
  Judge James B Shea and his wife came in the store today. She was beaming, and he was wearing ,as always, a yellow sweater. I am usually grumpy at work, so when she effusively commented on how nice my corduroy slacks looked with my black shirt , and oh. what a nice uniform I had, I quietly thanked her as a shrug. Then I took a good at the Judge. His face was swelled up like WC Fields. He had large blue splotches on  the back of his hands. His voice was still strong, and called me by name to make some copies for him, as I had done many times before. A stranger to me walked in and greeted the Judge and his wife. The Judge's wife effused about how the lady looked and sincerely wanted to know how she and the family were. Nathaniel, my co-worker piped up something to the Judge about "why don't you drive your Porshe?" The Judge said, "well its not like I don't wanna."  The Judge has many fine and rare mercedes and a couple Porshes, and he loved this one he was talking about. I returned behind the counter with copies in hand.  The Judges hands were very shaky as he filled a couple envelopes.The strange lady said they should all get together. Then she sort of insisted they should get together today even, How about 330?  And then Please, whenever you can. The Judge's wife was so gracious and so complimentary to all of us in the store and to her friend, but the shaky hands, and the ernest invite all added up to a heavy scene...of recognition the Judge didn't have long. Her beaming presence was like a light representing the Judge's awesome spirit in a return to a familiar place with familiar faces for a last goodbye.  Dr Pond use to drive me crazy with his detailits and his whacky, hawaiian shirts, and always those shorts with his skinny legs, and that horrible wig. What a character? He discovered Hakeem Olijawon, and still wore the gold rings and drove the old mustang that Hakeem had given him. He wore a wig because of years of cancer treatments. I haven't seen that car for 8 months.  I don't want to grow old. It seems to happen suddenly. One day you are grumpy retail clerk, then you become a pain in the butt to retail clerks, and then you just don't come in any more. I have been trying to find some humility for myself, maybe the fact that we all perish in the end is humbling enough.

Dear Senator Hagan,    Is it true that you are considering a tax credit for dogs...that is actually higher than tax credit for children?  Congress is sooo assanine! You all are destroying our future every time you increase government's size and influence in our daily lives!  I have fish- do they get a tax break?  i have a lemur- how much for him?  and are you going to begin auditing whether i have a pet?  I will show you photos to prove my ownership.....oh. maybe we actually OWN dogs?  maybe i should get a tax credit for things i own?  My big tv, my couch, my washcloths?  GET OUT OF OUR LIVES! Every penny you absorb into government is taken from the production and GDP of our country and savings. Your attempt at driving this country down is soo obvious and information is so available, your political career is short. NO HEALTH REFORM WITHOUT TORT REFORM! thank you   john beckwith

    ya'll know how I like to complain about boredom and inactivity, so it does good to recount what has been happening to remind myself of how good I really have it, and what good friends I have.  Friday night was the celebration, via food stuffs, of big Rob's 43rd birthday. Jason, Rob , and I ate at a new place with a familiar name- Woody's famous BBQ It is a remodelled Hardee's I have frequented for all my 25 years in Raleigh. Heather served us with a smile, and the drinks kept refilling.  We had the appetizer sampler of various fried items. We all decided the corn fritters were the tastiest.  The chicken actually had smoky flavor, and the half-rack of ribs was falling off the bones.  Jason enjoyed his world famous BBQ sandwich. Robin has shown great will power the last few times out, by feasting on hearty salads, instead of greasy carbs. GO ROBIN!  You can purchase whole pies or trays of banana pudding. I wish to return to Woody's.
  Saturday morning featured a scooter ride to the Mckimmon Center andan eye seminar for us people wiff bad peepers.  The research is coming hot and heavy from all corners of the world and various schools, companies, and laboratories.  The near future is very promising for cures of all types of genetic and hereditary diseases. I smiled and rode my scooter toward the farmer's market, because they said to eat more fish oil, an gemnd that is where the NC Seafood restaurant is.  I steered my Ego scooter onto varsity dr and quickly reached maximum velocity down hill toward Avent Ferry rd. NCSU's Centennial Campus is large and growing and is home to many research buildings and classsroom laboratories and even comporately sponsored labs. Lake Raleigh is a hidden gem with great greenways.  And BOING! a brand new  9 hole frisbee golf course!  Say it with me--YEA!  It is easier to get there on my scooter than to any of the other courses, and there is fish nearby.!  I then visited the new Lonnie Poole golf course at NC State's . I wrote about it in a previous post where Chip and I took care of a buttinsky jogger who didn't appreciate our game.  I scooted straight past the golf cart rental and straight up the path to hole 1 and the driving range. There were dozens of golfers in full preppy garb and golf clubs as big as tennis rackets. They looked so good and had so much equipment, I figured they could play.  People turned and looked at me when I repeatedly burst into laughter at there duffs, and slices, and hooks. Why bother?!  disc golf is much cheaper and more fun, and you don't have to walk 6 miles per round.  My guffaw satisfied, I pointed my electric steed toward the fish.  The Farmer's Market was packed!, so I decided on Char Grill, instead. What a delicious day... and it is still early Saturday!      more to come.

   It is said that when we die and pass through the pearly gates and sit in council with Yahweh, all things will be made clear.
My question will be "God, why do I have to work with that shit-head, Nathaniel?"  I know some of you are sick of hearing about my co-worker woes, but I have to live it every day.  In reality, the boss has reduced my weekly hours with Nathaniel, whether by mistake or purpose, to 2 days, but that is still way too many. He is a smart-ass, punk- thinks he knows it all while refusing to recognize instruction.
  He says "well John, what works for you may not work for me".  Sure! One of my favorite sayings is " there is more than one way to skin a cat"   . Some things are clear , however- Which end of the hammer do you use? okay   Do you cut cardboard by poking it repeatedly with a pencil until it is scored and falls apart? you could, but this razor blade can do it quicker... and , in fact, it was invented for that purpose, when we all know the pencil was invented to cheat at golf.  He has used tools in the wrong way for more than two years, and it compounds in small ways everytime.   "John I don't appreciate how you are trying to impose your opinions on me"   W TF!?!? Why the face?  I had only been with him 4 hours this week, and I want to flush my job.    God, Please intervene to separate Nathaniel from this store.  Thank you.

Four hours passed quickly at the UPS store today.The Tar Heels whipped the Pirates , and the weather was nice, so I went for a scoot on my scooter. I had big plans of riding a large circle around the fairgrounds and Westover. Then i could cross the beltline and achieve maximum speed heading down Kaplan dr near Kentwood golf course- maybe 40mph!  I had brought discs to practice, and then i could ride downtown and check out the goings-on on Fayetteville Street Mall.  Turns out there is some trouble with my new charger, and my circle became quite shortened. I  made it to Meredith College. The new athletic field and track is very impressive. Riding through NC State campus is stress-free and a short cut home... Team USA was playing a baseball game vs the Wolfpack. As I was cruising behind the academic buildings there was a sign which reads " Aerial Robotics Lab". Wow! how significant.  I heard voices...-then louder- then angry voices.     FOOK YOO! yelled one asian from his driver's seat. FOOK YOO!  was the bitter reply from another driver's seat. Some people say asians are the worst driver's. There seemed to be a good chance for fisticuffs, but Karate chops was the reality. Their true beef was probably about rocket propellants  rather than parking lot proximity. more to come....

  Why does every Tom, Dick, and Harang  think they can write a book?  There seems to be a new industry afoot enabling any talking -head the forum to pitch their latest diatribe or thesis sentence..  The networks extend their editorials into paperback, and then promote their own leanings via a hack pundits. The network creates cheap in-house viewing while pocketing the publishing and sales' proceeds. It is coming from all networks and left and right political purveyors.These endeavors seldom last beyond a couple seasons before they become cannibalistic from need to be increasingly inflamatory.  .....did John Hughes die?  doggonnit!    when donnie and i lived in the Phi Kappa Tau fraternity in1986, we spent many nights in delton's room watching "Weird Science" and "Sixteen Candles". Then we would play foosball and drink beer.   No more yanky me wanky-Donger need food!

"Jailhouse Rock" is these most openly gay song ever in the history of all songs in history.  Take this line- ..."you are the cutest jail bird i see:  won't you come and do the jail house rock with me?"  OMG! what else could it be but an invitation to have sex near and inside of someone's anus?  I went down to Fletcher Park tonight for the weekly, or in this case, weakly music show.  The shortest Elvis impersonator I have ever seen. Maybe his performance name is Elves- you know like a short green guy? I rode my scooter to the show with a canvas chair strapped across my back. Since I bought my Ego scooter it has become obvious women are not turned on by it.   It does attract scores of younguns between ages 2 and 5. Maybe I could cloroform one of their mothers?
   My friend Liz was there. She tried to cajole me into dancing with her cuteness and big smile and general enthusiasm. The pressure was working a bit, after all, she has "popped her butt" for me in the past. I stayed put, and instructed her to begin dancing where she is and I will gaze on in proud approval, and deliver the obligatory applause at the appropriate time.  
  I stumbled my way through another golf round this morning at Swingin' DB's. My last 2 tourneys have been disappointments- one because my plan foor dominance devolved into bottom-feeding, and the 2nd because the course was primitive and tight and my discs were apparantly toolarge to go between the trees.  I was on an awesome run of cashing at 9 of the last 11 tourneys. There wuill be another chance as we play at Higher Ground in 2 weeks. I need a miracle to catch Markov in the overall standings, but maybe I can win a couple.
  Two houses in Garner are on my radar for purchase, but I am confused about what my future holds.  Paralysis of analysis is my worst enemy. Liz has done a lot in her short life. She has travelled a lot and may teach in a foreign country soon. She simply acts on her impulses to grab rings.  Even that damn dyslexic kid I work with is president of his half-way house and is applying for his notary license, eventhough his misspelled notery on the envelope.He will be confirming legal contracts- scary, huh?
  It occurs to me A dumbass in motion is better than a smart-ass standing in judgement.

word to yo mother from shrink-wrapped for your convenience- Sprawleigh.  thank you

  Dummy! dummy! dummy! dummy!  Woe is me. You are reading from the dumbest man alive. 
  The stunningly poised and beautiful Barabara Gibbs from channel 11 news came in today.   She was wearing a bright blue , Greek inspired dress to match her eyes.  Her blond hair was coifed just perfectly with a curly strand cascading past her left  cheek and swaying as her eyelash brushed by.  Her smooth, almond  skin framed by  silver jewelry drew me in, until her velvet voice awoke me to reality.  I commented on how cheery her team looks and sounds at 4a.m. She smiled. She gives me a warm vibe each time she comes in. Had she dressed for me? Does she pass by the other UPS store just to visit me?  Do I dare compliment her looks, while I am at work?     I went for it!          I exclaimed  "you look fantastic!"  Her smile lenghtened .She straightened. The fringes of her gown raised. ( The compliment was obviously striking a positive note). In my wildest dreams, only, would she be interested in me, but had my tide come in? Was the perverbial door opening for my advances? The answer would have been yes, until I tacked on a suffix sentence to the "fantastic" comment.  When I added "what is the occasion?" She deflated like a beach ball in a theater full of porcupines. A visible pall came over her face , and she turned all attention to my learing, goofy co-worker.  No amount of stomping or head slapping or Ice House will depress my self- loathing.
  Oh Barbara!  Will you ever return? Will your eyes be so bright, and your voice so warm?  Is all hope gone for me?  Maybe Tica Lema will stop by. She simply thinks I am a stalker. Maybe we can get over that.

Even my fingertips are sunburned. Not really,but it was over 100 degrees during the golf tournament in Lumberton. I didn't have a ride, and the last bus had left  that Friday night. .,Randy called to say his appointment in Raleigh    was next month and not this weekend , so I was resigned to miss the tournament.  Then my mom called and asked if I wanted her to come and get me for the tournament. I declined, of course, but she insisted and would be here in 2 hours. I felt very guilty but knew she would get off on the motherly, care-giver part. How could I say no to mom?              The course is fantastic. Water is a hazard on 15 holes. The walk around the twin lakes is 2 miles and features little to no shade.   Four rounds in high temps would prove to be the stiffest opponent. My disc-golf  nemeses put up no offense, and I opened a 14 stroke lead at the half way break. I literally played from shade to shade when possible. I dragged-ass from the first hole. I did anything to stay hydrated and slow. Dizzzyness and nausea were very close bynear the end of the rounds.. Memories still haunt me of my failurel at the World Championships in 2001.  Growing nausea overwhelmed me even as I contiinued to climb the leaderboard. Had I drank too much water? or had the heat gotten to me?  I am not even a foot note in that  tournament roster. Bitter, unfinished business.     I could not allow this heat to beat me, even if I had to kick my disc.  I survived the day, showered long, and refueled at Fuller's Buffet. The 95 degree temps were welcome on day two. A steady breeze cooled necks and caused discs to stray off course. I didn't care- I had a 14 stroke lead, and it just got bigger no matter how nonchalantly I threw. We all  finished as friends, and I won $60 and a nice trophy. Donnie thrwe his first hole-in-one today!  I hope to dominate next weekend at Dave Mansfield's tournament.  Frankly, I would be happy to not be stung by a bee.

Johnny knoxville used my Uretha Franklin joke during his tribute to Evel Knievel. Unfortunately he was describing his torn urethra after a failed attempt at a motorcycle back flip. I should've registered the term when I had the chance.

  I'm glad it is raining tonight. That should wash away any remaining foot prints or tire tracks from the scene. somedayseattle  may have a different recollection of the event, but here is my side. tinytadpole  was huckin' barbque sandwiches at game 3 of the hockey playoffs, so chip and I went to christen NC State's new golf course. A full description of the course is in a previous post. There was one car parked in the new lot, and a couple work trucks were pulling out as we arrived. There should have been no one around, since it was a holiday evening, but we had discs in hand and were eager to throw on this fresh track. We strolled up to the longest tee pad for what we believe  is hole 1.  The green looked a mile away. A golf ball will fly 3 times farther than a disc is thrown, so we would probably get a 9 if this were a real hole. Our scores were of no consequence as we launched our first drives down the fairway. Storm clouds were gathering overhead, but we threw again and again. Chip can throw pretty far. I noticed a guy in blue shorts and white t shirt behind the green on the golf cart path.He seemed to be watching us approach, but I figured he wasn't an authority and would jog on in a minute. I hollered to somedayseattle  I was gonna hit the green with this one. A long ,flat drive was right on line and skimmed across the finely trimmed grass. Chip skimmed in like manner. I fetched his disc, but why was that dude walking toward me with my disc? Was he curious about our game or our skills? Of course not! He was some f*** nut with an authority complex. He began " I don't think They would appreciate people being out here on the course." ( what about you, douchebag?) As a pacifist with a short fuse I usually blow off contentious situations, so I lilted back to him " we'll risk it". He inserted " I have a healthy appreciation for golf courses, and I would appreciate it if you would stay off the greens". Well the entire reason we were on the course was to thumb our noses at those who appreciate the man-made destruction of 100 acres of pristine woodscape and call it a golf couse. Oh! Did I mention they have installed 1 bird house on each fairway. That seems equitable. Incredulous as I was at the "greens speech" I agreed we would not walk on the greens. He snorted at my back "are you sure!?"  He may have been a jogger, but I am a mu-fu'n athlete, and he was surprised how fast I pounced on him-choke hold fashion. My right elbow squeezed his chin, and my left locked behind his head. He barely struggled as I crushed his neck and he went to sleep. I slid his carcass down a watery gully, and we played the next hole, but headed toward the car. I think we stopped for Burger King on the way  and watched the hockey game. I would do it again.                DON'T TREAD ON ME!

   Memorial Day and weekend is known for cookouts and family travel. Many people go to the beach or Charlotte for the World 600. The Indy 500 featured a glorious and tear soaked victory by Castroneves. Believe it or not we had both Saturday and Monday off from the UPS store.The UPS car won the World 600, by the way. I am lucky to have good friends with wander lust like me. I use to drive every where all the time. I loved to drive! My bad eyes ended that . Rob and Marcia invited me on a day trip along the "BBQ Highway". I love me some BBQ. We ended up going the other direction towards Burlington and Reidsville. Burlington is really looking up. They hae a very nice city park. There are 5 great rides for children . An antique merry-go-round with ornately painted animals spins quickly to the music of a rare old caliope.  I was amazed athe variety of animals- horses, giraffes, camels, ostriches, chickens, lions and tigers. Mirrors and colorful scenes and paintings cover every available surface. They have a mini train that winds through the trees and over a little stream. The driver sits on top of the engine like Steve Martin in "The Jerk"'. Imagine the most cartoonish helicopters and airplanes and hang them in a circle around colrful arms , and you have a thrilling aerial ride. It is between the collection of four wheel vehicles and tractors and hummers kids can ride and a cool boat ride that actually floated in a circle with simple levers and motor, simply way cool! We programmed the GPS for Hursey's BBq restaurant. It is very well known in that area and even has wholesale and shipping capabilities. The food was very good  We left with full bellies and half a tank of gas, so we flipped a coin and headed to Chinqua-Penn Plantation in Reidsville. Have you ever heard  of it? We arrived too late for the house tour, but it does cost $20 a head. Maybe they will show it on "America's Castles" again. We enetered the squeaky door to the gift shop. This is where you purchase the tour tickets and buy trinkets. A large open door beckoned those who paid into the light of day and society on the lower patio in front of the castle. Of course we were not allowed there. But while the jaded cashier was counting nickels, I slipped onto the patio. I felt her dark gaze on my neck, so I wobbled toward the outer gate and struck up inane talk with some old guy. There is a sweet clock tower made of stone that , no doubt, sounded throughout the plantation for all to hear for a hundred years. Just to show that no heinous fee can keep me from seeing a nice house- I scanned the chain link fortress for an opening , and then I sprinted to where no squatter would dare. A quick wave to Marcia made sure that my immature stunt went noticed. We zig zagged our way towards home for a couple hours and got home before the drop of the puck with the Hurricanes! Mom use to try to convince us rambuncsouis kids to go to sleep by saying " youv've had a big day". It never worked, but I was sleepy after all that ridin' Wait til you hear abou the rest of the weekend!

 Work was very slow today.  It felt good to come home after 9 full hours. That guy came in to make copies . He coughs and hacks without complete disregard for those around him. I asked him if he had swallowed a cat.  The "kid" and I were in a discussion with a customer about "wolverine". Some people seemed excited by this new movie, so I tried to burst their bubble by explaining how he became  the wolverine after being bitten by a wolverine. They had to stumble and regress to bring me up to speed on the true origins of this mammalian super hero/rodent. A hot mama entered with her two runts and took interest, as her runts were ought to like some new-fangled super hero/ rodent. That is when I began to inquire about the super hero called the "cougar". The MILF snickered. She may have been a cougar herself. I boasted that wolverine was created after being bitten by a wolverine, but when I was bitten by the "cougar" all I got was a hickey. I will get her number next time , I guess.?   I zipped out the back door of the shop, angling to the right and down the hallway to the alley- then down the ramp   beside the loading dock . I like to grab the rail and throw my feeet over- like the Fonz or something.. The laundromat door is right there and I can buy a pepsi. I do this every day. Two women were enthusiastically praising  the lord for their lives and troubles and happiness and the dryers and the washers and the quarter machine, which is where I was, so I could buy a pepsi. God is cool with me, so it all sounded edifying, but I laughed when one was complete of her laundry and hollered to the other " see ya' in the next life!" The other bellowed...Amen!  I added "you'll  probably see her next week doing laundry". The day was capped off with a chance for me to escalate a situation on the telephone. As you may have been taught- you can either escalate a situation or de-escalate a situation. I too am familiar with  this but like to ignore it..  This dude dropped off a high-value package which requires a signature. We don't actually process these, so we don't sign and take responsibility for these. However, the driver is happy to sign it and we can fax or hold the hard copy for the dropper offer. The guy said ok and left for a few minutes. He came back and handed me a cell phone in a shoving fashion. Some snot-nosed, hot-shot demanded i explain why I couldn't sign. Because I had explained it clearly to his underling, I knew this was a set up.I re-explained one time. He again demanded to know why I couldn't sign. I  told him if he didn't like it, he could go somewhere else! He retorted,"did you raise your voice to me?"  I yelled"yes! I am very immature, and am likely to say something loud and embarassing and was prepared to do it!!" He said ok, just send me a faxed copy".
   It seems like my vision is so clear,while those around me walk in a fog.

 There is this show called Discovery Project Earth. They have invented a way to scrub co2 from the air so the Earth won't heat up and devour us and our Camrys. It is an amazing 20 foot tall tower. It is filled with thousands of honeycombs of electrified metal. When you pour caustic soda through the top and suck in air at the bottom- air blows out that has less co2!  So far it uses more power in co2 than it scrubs from the air. The theory is if you place enough of these towers grouped all together by the thousands, we might  be able to make a difference. This would cost 10s of billions of dollars............ Has any one else noticed that thousands of towers filled with co2 scrubbing cellular honeycombs already exists. It's called a forest!  you f'ing morons!  Plant a gall darn tree if you want to save the planet.   Make it a fruit tree if you want to make a difference. Egad! Those of you with common sense please step forward.

   More than a month since my last entry and, believe me, I am more upset about having nothing to write than how sad you are, because I am so interesting.  Drive-by-don and I have been playing a bit of golf- he is improving. Some great company and eats with Rob and Marcia. The nice weather has allowed for as much scooting as the 36 volts will take me. The new golf course on NCState's campus is nearly complete. You can discern dark patches of grass that represent the multiple tee positions. The fairways are planted with a different grass and sand traps are in. The greens are a forest green color with soft, bent grass. Cement paths for the golf carts created a multi-mile string beginning at what will be hole 1 and ends behind hole 18.  I lain under a tree beside a giant boulder on the course's highest point. You can see the Raleigh skyline from there. The finishing touches of signage and defined borders and flowers are not there., but strangley, there is a singular bird nest on every hole.  So I plan on shredding the paths with my Ego scooter again   and playing a round of disc-golf before they close the velvet ropes to pond scum like me.  Tee-hee. They think discs will damage their precious installation. In reality, each golfer whacks the ground more than 80 times per round while our discs slide on top for the most part. Oooh, there is so much ignorance in the ivory towers of education.  As far as disc golf goes, I am still in 2nd place overall after 7 events.The guy I trail is in my division. I am ahead of 170 people or so. I hope to make a move at the tourney next Sunday in Davidson.    The Hurricanes are kicking ass!  Obama is sucking ass!  But life goes on.    HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY    I will try to write more often.

  It seems a guy can't fall down a couple flights of stairs, and have a few high speed car accidents without some dude saying you've got arthritis in your neck!  I have not felt well for months. I just figured it was post-election blues that never went away. I thought it was my flufffy blankets that made me want to sleep forever. I thought my recent emotional relationships with women had caused my lack of interest in other womenand life. But, really I just feel different than ever before- blah, feverish, irritable, stuffy, weak. They say the body falls apart  after age 40. But how can I dominate the over-50 basketball league when I don't even want to wash my laundry at age 42? I have insurance via Medicare, because I am blind, so I may as well begin working the alphabet of health providers to find a solution to my blues and fatigue. I have had fever for practically 3 months, which is often accompanied by sniffles and head congestion. I thought a bad tooth may be causing the infection and subsequent fever, but my Dentist said the tooth was fine and reccomended an Endodontist for further evaluation. I already have an appointment with a Family practicioner for a complete physical. Last month the Orthopedist told me how to  treat my tennis elbow, but the Podiatrist would have to deal with my toes. The toe-man said I need to see a Vascular specialist for my vericaose veins. Even though  I am over age 40 the Urologist said I was ok. You see where I am going with this? The Chiropractor says all my symptoms are the result of my corkscrew spinal column. I guess I can cancel my appointment with the  Gastroenterologist about my queezy tummy. If a clear answer is not reached soon, either a Psychiatrist or Neurollogist may enter the picture. Ooh! the sun is sshining! I think I will be fine.