While thinking of my golf and caddie career, the club where I worked was having a Pro-Am tournament. My assignment was Sam Snead a winning and famous pro and I was excited.
On the fifth hole he hit his tee shot behind a tree. He accused me kicking his ball into an unplayable lie. I couldn’t believe it.
After the round Snead told the caddie master that I had stolen balls out of his bag. Both accusations were untrue.
I found out later that he did that often so he wouldn’t have to tip the caddie. I felt bad until later when some of the older caddies told me that no other caddies would carry his bag and the job fell to me as one of the younger guys. So be it. May he rot in hell, if only hell existed.
It is true that as a kid my friends the Cleland brothers who knew everything about golf dragged me along to play with them to play golf and become a member of Arnies’ army. We adored Arnold Palmer.
We saw him every time he was in Chicago. We even shook his hand as he left Mister Kellys one time . He wasn’t sober, nor were we.
Today I watched a BMW tournament and it brought back memories. Jon Rahm held off number one in the world Dustin Johnson for an exciting win in the FEDEX tour.
It was reminiscent of Palmer, Nicklaus and Gary Player. As I think back I stood next to them all, because it was easier in those days. The crowds were not that big and we were bold. Unsmiling Jack, black clothed Gary and affable Arnie. Who would you have followed?
If you watch television ads ,you will see a preponderance of darkening complexions on the actors presenting these ads. The numbers of non whites increases way out of proportion to the numbers of these people in the population.Why is this?
It is all part of the proposition to jam the beauty of diversity down our throats. My God the Jesuits must be in advertising. Well of course they are . Propaganda is their essence.
Just watch the television ads for yourself and see if you notice any changes.
If a young person gets a job for five dollars an hour, they must provide five dollars of value so that the company can make one dollar of profit from their effort. That is why minimum wage cannot work, because most of those people cannot add the value necessary for the company to profit with the increase in cost.
The answer is for those wanting a salary of what a minimum wage might offer, must increase their skills.Then they can justify a better wage. Only then. The rest is Hocus Pocus!
Whenever I am perplexed in answering a question about almost anything, I know I can open Harry Browne’s book from my shelf and work towards an answer. “How I found freedom in an unfree world “can guide you when lost.
What brings this up is that my son Sean on a business trip the other day sent me a three hour Peter Schiff lecture or interview. And Peter who himself can boil down issues to being understandable reminded me of a view of government that is seldom understood. Why not understood? Because these hoodwinkers are brilliant at hiding true meaning.
Harry would say that the government is expert in crippling you with their power and regulations; and then they offer you a crutch that they make look like the only way out. And we accept it readily because we think it is the only way out.
Riding the early bus from Liege to the Ardennes ,I was struck with how close the area resembled my home near Holy Hill. It comforted me because I had been on the road for several months alone, and my family was meeting me later in the month for Christmas in our favorite Belgian town of Brugge.
When I ride around today I often harken back to those wonderful days in Bastogne. I think of one of my heroes George Patton and how he masterfully saved the day at the Bulge. And I am thankful for the similarities in the area where I live and the area where I fantasize.
My esteemed mentor Gary Scott today wrote an article about the hidy. The hidy is a rural way for folks to say hello. It consists of an index finger wave expressing friendship and acknowledging that you are passing someone on the street in total peace and friendliness.
The hidy is used also by truckers to say hello. It is said to reduce road rage.
My first encounter with the hidy was in Midland ,Texas on a trip to be introduced to my future in laws back in 1970. Walking down the streets and driving through town everyone would acknowledge you in some manner.
Coming from Chicago I was not used to this open friendliness. My fiance said this was always the way it was. I thought them crazy, but today I realize that these practices are so much more civil than just grunting past your neighbors staring into the pavement.
My plan is to practice the hidy even more than in the past.
One evening our Operations officer came to dinner in our officer’s mess with a new face. We could all hear as he introduced his guest to our commanding officer.He was Australian. Captain John White, a graduate of Duntruin their military academy had us all versed in waltzing Matilda in one evening.
He regaled us with exciting stories all the way to midnight.The skipper liked him so much that he was invited to be with us anytime he chose and stay in our guest quarters at his pleasure.
John was interesting because he was detached from his command and he and his sergeant had independent duty. They trained and led 300 Montangnard tribesmen as an elimination team against the enemy. We had heard that they were very effective eliminators. We heard that they could operate anywhere they wished ,especially where we could not go.
I thought of John today and have no idea if he survived the war. His father in law was a general, so I suppose John would have gone that route also.
He was a fun and friendly gentleman, but I’m sure he had an intense business side in the field.
While working hard daily and providing for my family I had some luck in commodity trading and bought a large home in the Chicago area of Sauganash. I’m not sure how large it was, but at least 5000 sqft, maybe 6000.
It ad belonged to a man who went on to leave his wife for Barbara Eden, “I dream of Jeannie”.
It was so big the you could avoid your family depending on what stairway you used. We rambled around inside and kept adding living space on the third floor. Unfortunately it brought us no happiness.
During this period of my life I found Sedona, Arizona. I learned the Sedona Method from a guru ,Lester Levenson. When staying at the group compound, I lived like everyone else in a one room house which had every thing one might need. A bed and a bath behind a wood non enclosed wall was all you needed.I was never happier.
The contrast between these two life styles awakened me. We all probably have enough right now.
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