I did Google the ‘64 Hampton beach riot. You guys really let your hair down. I would have been getting myself out of there early. I was the guy who left when the 6-packs of Milwaukee’s Best (I’m guessing it was the poor teenagers beer of choice in Oklahoma in the 80’s) were brought out on the weekends.
As a high school student I was always ready for school to start. That meant Fall baseball season. There was nothing I liked better than playing baseball back then.
We played golf three days last week. Here’s A golf story. We went to the local course last Tuesday. Hole #8 is a par 5 back up the hill towards the club house. My son hits a decent drive then tops a 3-wood and dribbles it up the fairway about 30 yards. He is still too far to reach the green so he hits the 3-wood again, flies it about 180 just across a small drainage ditch 20 - 30 yards short of the green. It hits the soft ground and doesn’t move a foot from where it struck. He gets up to the ball and finds this…
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Blood on the ball and the little frog’s head indicate that the ball struck the poor critter in flight and death was instantaneous. So my son is now known as the Randy Johnson of Sycamore Springs.
It’s been a good summer. Hate to see it end for us … but time marches on.
As a high school student I was always ready for school to start. That meant Fall baseball season. There was nothing I liked better than playing baseball back then.
We played golf three days last week. Here’s A golf story. We went to the local course last Tuesday. Hole #8 is a par 5 back up the hill towards the club house. My son hits a decent drive then tops a 3-wood and dribbles it up the fairway about 30 yards. He is still too far to reach the green so he hits the 3-wood again, flies it about 180 just across a small drainage ditch 20 - 30 yards short of the green. It hits the soft ground and doesn’t move a foot from where it struck. He gets up to the ball and finds this…
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Blood on the ball and the little frog’s head indicate that the ball struck the poor critter in flight and death was instantaneous. So my son is now known as the Randy Johnson of Sycamore Springs.
It’s been a good summer. Hate to see it end for us … but time marches on.