I'm no Andy Borowitz. Maybe I'm just messing with you. Here is what I posted on Facebook this morning
This is when I miss playing golf. If you have an early tee time, you start out with a light sweater over a polo shirt. As you make the turn on the tenth tee, you probably have put that sweater in the bag. The leaves haven't fallen yet, so you don't lose as many golf balls. The only thing you have to watch is that it starts getting dark earlier. Since Poppa Jeff can't stand up without a cane, he cannot swing a club without falling down. I'm relegated to watching the Pro's play n TV.
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Progress is being made on the final edit of my novel I'm hoping to be done next week. At that point, I can concentrate on publication. I now have three choices. My goal is to have a digital copy for those of you who collect digital books and hardcopy for those that prefer the feel of a traditional book. The hardcopy will be a mass-market softcover.
I'm presently researching an article for Urban Milwaukee on the artistic directors in our regional theater's ideas about what they learned about surviving during the pandemic and what they will carry forward when the theaters are open again. So far, it appears there isn't a consensus on some of the issues on virtual performance. There is almost universal agreement on introducing more diversity on stage, backstage, and material selection.
Thanks to Matt Hatanpa and A. J. Sieve, I've been getting photos of my new Great grandkids. But I'm not going that Great-grand-dad who is always showing off photographs of his great-grand-children. However, I will post this picture to evaluate the quality of the image so we might improve our skills.
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