I went out to the golf course today and met a guy on the driving range. We decided to play together. He was wearing tennis shoes and jeans and said he'd only played a few times. We worked out a bet just to make it interesting and I gave him five strokes a side to make the bet fair. He beat me straight up without the strokes. I paid him and, just to show him there was no hard feelings, I gave him three more strokes. With my four-iron. He's buried in a shallow grave behind the eighteenth green.
About Me
- Life is Heald
- Naples, Florida
- I like to laugh. If you don't, please hit whatever button escorts you from the premises immediately. I write a humor column for the Naples Daily News called, get this, "Life is Heald." It's about life as we all see it, just from a pair of rose-colored glasses that need cleaning. I tell stories, I rant about things that drive us all to the point of filling out a gun permit, I make fun of you and I make fun of me. If I can't use it in the column for whatever reason, it ends up here. Sometimes, you'll need to read the column to know what I'm writing about, but often the posts are just random, drive-by thoughts that entered my brain and exited my fingers. Just a flesh wound, so don't go dialing 911 about anything you read here. This is not one of those blogs that will tell you how many prunes it took to jump start my last bowel movement or what grade the kid got on his math test. The good stuff, I save for the Christmas newsletter.
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