Quote of the Day:
“If you’re not making mistakes, then you’re not doing anything.” John Wooden
Making final preparations for my trip to Lake Tahoe, TB had a moment for contemplation. And you know what that means…..no eye-rolling please….
In the literal sense, I almost always know exactly where I am; in the metaphysical I can triangulate my location to within a few meters. But I do not now, nor have I ever known where the hell I was going. Oh, at times I thought I knew, but I didn’t. I think that’s another reason why I love travellin. I’ve written before that I am an anticipator and of all the pleasure anticipatin a trip entails. But I also take great comfort in knowing my future, if only for a brief duration. Subject to the ever-present threat of calamity, I’ll be skiing for the next week, oblivious to almost everything else that matters in my world, and to everything that does not. For those of you who give a damn, you might make a mental note that theme of my memoirs has just been publicly stated for the first time. Not that I’m predicting a future of TB toiling away at the keyboard or anything, for dang sure I’m not planning anything of the sort–predicting and planning would be imprudent, impertinent, vaguely impudent; but, well, it’s possible.
If I’m not hospitalized, drunk or too sore to type, I hope to post from the mountain next week, so be sure to tune in. My plan is to see funny things. I’ve had a bit of trouble with that lately.
Finally, I have made a major decision today that I feel I should share with the world. I do not really care one way or another for golf, though I do take note of the headlines. Not only that, but every year I have taken a rooting interest against Tiger Woods. But now that he is an outcast, now that the media, fans, business associates and fellow competitors have turned against him, I have decided it is time for me to become a fan. Start wearing black on Sundays Tiger and give ’em hell.