I'm not going to go on and on about my playing the worst round of golf I've played in 2018. The best round is laughable enough. And then no one remembers when I was a good golfer because, sadly, that's a day that never was. As always, the company, the weather, and the course were excellent. (Lenny Nagler, warm and sunny, and Ried GC). No, it was the golfer that let me down.
Aretha
Yes, we lost two important and admirable people this week. When I was a child one memory of my father my father was his unabashed love for black music. An interesting note, I believe that on my fathers side of the family that we had kin on both sides of the civil war.
Let me remind my peers that when we were young there were black radio stations and white radio stations. When my dad heard Nate King Cole, Little Richard, Ray Charles or Aretha on the radio or from one the records in his collection, the volume went up and everything else went on hold. Retha, he called her excited him. He always said if the Catholic church had music like hers he would join. As for me. I always felt that Aretha made you love her music. Her presentation was so passionate and real, you lived and died with it.
McCain
I've written about Senator McCain at length. All I'll say, as his casket goes in the ground, we forget him at our own peril.
Deadline
This is the crazy time of the month for me. I've got three articles for Appleton Monthly due. This means I have to interview my subject, write the article, have Maria put her okay on it and get it to my editor before the tenth. If you have access to Appleton Monthly Magazine, My articles next month will cover the long tradition and varied experience of tailgating before the big game, The Glass Nickel Pizza Company, and Hysterical Productions.
Aretha
Yes, we lost two important and admirable people this week. When I was a child one memory of my father my father was his unabashed love for black music. An interesting note, I believe that on my fathers side of the family that we had kin on both sides of the civil war.
Let me remind my peers that when we were young there were black radio stations and white radio stations. When my dad heard Nate King Cole, Little Richard, Ray Charles or Aretha on the radio or from one the records in his collection, the volume went up and everything else went on hold. Retha, he called her excited him. He always said if the Catholic church had music like hers he would join. As for me. I always felt that Aretha made you love her music. Her presentation was so passionate and real, you lived and died with it.
McCain
I've written about Senator McCain at length. All I'll say, as his casket goes in the ground, we forget him at our own peril.
Deadline
This is the crazy time of the month for me. I've got three articles for Appleton Monthly due. This means I have to interview my subject, write the article, have Maria put her okay on it and get it to my editor before the tenth. If you have access to Appleton Monthly Magazine, My articles next month will cover the long tradition and varied experience of tailgating before the big game, The Glass Nickel Pizza Company, and Hysterical Productions.
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