Hitting A Bucket
Kathy was talking to me on Saturday morning. A story that I wasn’t quite all tuned in on because I was watching a video on how to rid one of a slice. I’ve been playing golf for a long time and I’m usually fairly automatic off the tee, but this year I’ve felt off. … anyhow… …back to the story. “Were you even listening?” Kathy asked. “Truthfully, no. I’m thinking of hitting a bucket of balls.” “Yeah. Just go.” Golf is peaceful. Even a bucket of balls allows you to think of other things, and let your mind wander. I thought of my lifelong friends Jeff and Kathy becoming grandparents again as my Goddaughter, had a baby girl. Welcome Carrie Joan! Awesome. I considered the death of a longtime friend from my hometown. He was a Mets fan and we laughed a lot through the years, going back and forth about the Mets and Yankees. Too young, and I’ll miss him. And I swung the club without paying attention to the tips I got online. The ball went straight. Emptied the bucket and returned home. “How’d it...