Golfing

For second straight day, it was a hundred degrees F. At nine pm it is still ninety-one degrees. Spring, why have you forsaken us?

We played golf this morning at a place called Quail Creek, one of those master planned communities for the over-50 set. I continue to be not be such a good golfer. Luckily, I don't rely on my golf game to eat.

Quail Creek is a beautiful little community, complete with all the amenities the comfortably retired folks look for. They have the golf course, a big swimming complex, a tennis center, a community center, and a gate, with a security guard to keep guys like me out. Plus it is literally miles from nowhere.

I heard a real estate agent from Las Vegas explain that a master planned community isn't truly complete without a guard at the gate. A community with a remote-controlled gate is considered second-rate. The old guy in the booth makes all the difference in the perception of the development. Since the community is private, they also have a quasi-police outfit called the Quail Creek Patrol, a bunch of rent-a-cops in pickups, who drive around giving the residents the impression that they are safe within their enclave.

It seems to me that you do yourself a disservice if you surround yourself with people exactly like you, but to each his own.

There were 100 or so golfers in the tournament this morning and the members of the Quail Creek Country Club were none too happy with our presence. There was quite a bit of grumbling by the members that showed up in their cute little golf carts, only to find that the rabble had overrun their little domain.

One grumpy old man was heard to ask why they would hold the tournament on a Saturday? I wonder why he would care, since it is apparent that everyday is Saturday to the happy retirees at Quail Creek?

It is still not clear to me what organization benefited from the proceeds of the event, but judging from the fact that about 75% of the participants were Hispanic, I'm guessing it was a Hispanic organization. I'm not completely sure that the members of the country club had ever seen Hispanic golfers before. Quail Creek is about 95% Anglo during the day and 100% Anglo after dark when the help has gone home.

Without tournaments booking their course, the cost of membership would be higher, so we are really helping them out, while having a good time ourselves, although it doesn't seem as though they saw it that way.

Our foursome today included me, The Sea Food King, Some Guy Named Bob, and a dentist that I have never met before. The dentist was an interesting guy. He is seventy-one and plans to continue with his dental practice as long as he is able. He says he really likes being a dentist and can't imagine retiring. I admire someone who has found his calling.

Sneedlet One was waiting for me to come home and was as glad to see me, as I was to see him. Since it was hot we stayed inside this afternoon. We played a little game where we lay on the bed watching television. I try to get a quick nap and he pokes me periodically to make sure I don't.

He is presently torturing his grandmother, which works out well for me.

Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky



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