Oh yeah, about my camera, mix-ups and other typical oddities in my day...
I got to about the second tee where there is a neat view across to the interesting earthworks, bunkering and green at the 5th, behind the near grass cliff that backs the first green. I usually slip it into my front pocket and it wasn't there. I did have a bulge in my rear wallet pocket (and I wasn't even all that happy to see Brad
) and assumed it was my wallet. I looked in my golf bag pocket, the other place I tend to keep the camera, and it wasn't there either. So each time we'd get to a neat feature and I would want to get a pic with Brad hitting a shot with the feature in the pic, I'd whine that I left the damn camera in the car. We finish, which was the first time I sat down during the round, and damn if the bulge in the wallet pocket wasn't the camera. Dahh
Dahh two: We leave to go see the old DOG of Lawsonia who left to now run a nice eatery two miles down the road. We get there and it is closed tuesdays. So, I suggest 5 miles further to go to Micheal's, where I have had a few of you others stop for a 19th hole drink and piece of cow... As we pull back out onto the road, me in the lead, one of my compatriot boys in blue (brown actually a county mounty) pulls me over. I see Brad go by. I was trapped by a zone that I am sure used to be 55, which apparently was reduced to 45, and they only had one flashing yellow light and 45 sign to warn me
After exchanging some pleasantries with the deputy, and remeniscing about how I used to also work for the outfit that rep'd their contract, he said I was not going to get a ticket for doing 55, nor the actual reason he stopped me which was the big push they have been advertising on TV every night called "click-it or ticket" (I was only going a couple more miles...
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I then proceded to Micheal's where I assumed Brad was headed, as he sure as hell wasn't going to stop and help me talk my way out of a ticket.
I get to Micheal's, which is apparently no longer called Micheals, and no Brad... But, he did have the good sense to eventually double back to find me leaning against my car, tipically muddled and wondering if I was going to get anything to eat after that fine walk about Lawsonia.
Now, where was I again and what was my point...