First off, our family’s thanks for the safe return of the two downed U.S. airmen in Iran. My wife’s late father was a U.S Air Force Bird Colonel second in command of the 55th at Offitt Air Force Base in Omaha at Strategic Air Command (SAC) during the Cold War.
When you marry into the Air Force as I did…you assimilate to the brotherhood and you in a sense become a part of the Air Force family.
We’re just so grateful these two airmen are safe and their families do not have to any longer agonize over their safety and well-being.
I’m in a beautiful place this morning and will spend the day with my wife here on the mini-ranch doing landscape work as the recent rains have made the place brilliant green in the space of literally two days.
My grandmother Maureen’s iris are blooming and her transplanted peonies are about to bust open as well and should inject a shade of pink which would make the golf course crew at Augusta National proud.
Mindy’s goal was to make this place look like a Southern estate, my goal unknown to her was to make the large back area look like a fairway at Augusta. But it doesn’t really matter, because it turned out well and it is a beautiful place to watch the birds and wildlife come together with us as one. We never put a single fence on the place.
When Bob was still practicing law after a particularly tough day of dealing with a case in court where it turned out his client hadn’t somewhat told him the entire story…he’d just sit their for hours transfixed with an unlit cigar watching the birds… and say something like, “I wish I’d done something like you did and not have become a lawyer.”
And I would reply something like…”Yeah, the law by itself is a fascinating creature, but there is that part where you ultimately have to deal with all these human problems EVERY SINGLE DAY unless you just want to become an automobile accident chaser and pretty much chase ambulances.”
But back to Augusta National, Deer Creek.
I have enough room in the back of our property to hit up to a seven iron smack down the middle until the ball reaches the edge of the forest. Plus, I have at least three hundred balls in three buckets and on those days when Donald Trump really pisses me off I can tee up the ball and hit the driver deep into the forest and not in any way fret losing five golf balls.
Our two female black labs were awesome in this regard in that when I’d turn them loose in the forest they find the balls and bring them them back just like a tennis ball. I created a memorial back there for both Dakota and Pauli.
I call this golf exercise my Donald Trump stress relief procedure. You should try it…it’s wonderful…much like going full force on a punching bag for sixty seconds.
My OU Sooners beat Baylor yesterday to advacne to today’s Crown Invitational final in Vegas where their opponent will be West Virginia. So there’s that I’m thrilled about. I’m so happy for both Porter and the players in that their hard work and stick to it mantra is being rewarded in this manner.
And in closing…there was that amazing game yesterday in Denver on Prime where the Nuggets battled all game long uphill versus the Spurs and then finally somehow beat the Spurs 136-134 in overtime. I’ll cover this amazing game tomorrow morning and hopefully write about OU’s turnaround basketball happy season ending.
Loving the journey. One day at a time.
Love,
Mike J