I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Marsh Harbour G.C.


June 28, 2000  (I was 55)

Marsh Harbour G.C.   Calabash N.C. -morning
         Another great round at a course whose attraction is natural beauty unadorned and tamper free.  It is interesting that most guys in the group find this the most appealing course after playing such a variety of modern sculptured ones.  Architect Dan Maples’ best work seems to create interesting avenues for fairways among the trees and waterways with minimal disruption.  I like the thinned trees that define borders with scattered pine needles underneath as the primary rough.  Even with some spotty greens, apparently attacked by some type of fungus,  the scenic variety and the build-up to dramatic finishes on both nines makes this the best we played in terms of bang for the buck.  Sparse summer play by locals makes for the seclusion of a private club.
Sea Trail –Reese Jones Course  -afternoon
         Dan Bachelder and I stopped into the real estate office to pick up some brochures and spoke to an agent for less than 15 minutes.  When he learned we had a tee time, he called the pro shop and compt our round.  Nice.  After all the golf in the past weeks we were too tired to focus on serious play.  The day was warm, we were relaxed as we recalled memorable moments of the trip.  Dan Stevens came upon a six-foot alligator that eyed him from the lip of a fairway trap he was in.  After ignorant re-assurances from the rest of us, he hit the shot (quite well) as we took pictures.

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