Seems Mr. Thompson lived life like there was no tomorrow.
Good for that old squaty mofo.
I think I dream about S. Thompson sometimes, roaming wild Canadian Rockies terrain scouting out golf holes.
I just came back from another Bandon trip, my sixth to date. We played BD, PDx2 & BTx2.
I am mesmerized with imagining ripping the Banshee I use to own up the "playground" on #13 at Pacific. I played with a guy who recently played 17 holes at PD even and took a 13 on #15.
There is something about that which reminds why I so admire Mr. Doak as a golf course designer. He seems to be the only one who understands letting go. Some of us "let go" quite too often, which costs us many strokes in golf. But Mr. Doak gives us enough rope to hang ourselves with.
Yeah, so, we were talking about S. Thompson, right? I highly doubt Stanley put forth the same type of human energy as Mr. Doak and his posse, but I am positive he was into his work as at least one of them.
Anyone a Star Trek Next Generation fan? I would love to climb into the holodeck and live a couple of days as Mr. Thompson. What was his work day like? Weird to think about it, eh?