Yesterday I watched a two-hour long program on the History Channel about the French Revolution. Certainly one of the most significant events in modern history. Also one of the bloodiest, or so it seems.
To commemorate the long and bloody struggle of our fellow democrats from France, my father and I played nine holes of le golf and ate cheeseburgers. Well, okay, we would have done that whether it was Bastille Day or not. I played pretty well — although mostly I was playing double bogey golf, my game felt good and I had some pretty nice shots. It seems that it’s really just a matter of practice before I actually get reasonably good at the game. That’s just a matter of finding the time more than the money.
