Showing posts with label veteran's day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label veteran's day. Show all posts

Saturday, November 11, 2023

A Mid-November Morning...


...just before sunrise. 

Possessed of a fading beauty, Autumn can be both glorious and melancholy, a time of endings and introspection.

But I do miss the warm florescence of summer...


...those delightful "shorts and t-shirt" days brimming with vigor, activity and excitement as life moves outdoors.

Sadly, gone for another year.



It's Veteran's Day folks, time to give thanks for the brave men and women who serve in defense of our country.


I'm not happy about the current state of our nation as it's being diminished by corrupt and morally bankrupt criminals, unworthy of their positions of leadership.

But I am thankful I live in a country that has enshrined the reality of our God given rights of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness in our founding documents.

And I'm humbled to realize I live my life in relative peace and safety thanks to heroes who spend their lives defending us.



So today, take a quiet moment to reflect on the blessings of freedom, grateful to those who safeguard it.

And if you know any veterans, thank them.



In spite of the falling temperatures and disappearing daylight I'm still swinging my hickories in my leaf covered backyard.

Closed out the season with a slimmed down playset:



That's my Brassie...


...which happily I learned to hit with some success by the end of the season;

My Mashie...


...which once again remained my most consistent club;

And Calamity Jane...


...which…well, what can I say about CJ?

Once in a blue moon I shock myself and drain a 30 footer, but I eat more than my fair share of humble pie, too.

Overall it was an enjoyable golf season done too soon, though my game is anything but consistent.

Instead of every swing being an adventure, 'twould be lovely indeed to know where the little white ball is going.

Surprisingly, help may be on the horizon as I recently stumbled across a potential solution:

The Moe Norman / Single Plane System.

a young Moe Norman on the left, being congratulated on one of his 55 victories, including 30+ course records, and at least 17 holes in one

There's too much to unpack here, so I won't bore you with a novella of golf trivia.

Suffice to say, the holy grail of golf is a consistently repeatable swing.

Moe Norman had it in spades.

His self-taught swing elevated him to the status of "the game's greatest ball striker".

That's not hype; it's the widely held belief among the game's best players, including two of golf's legends:  Sam Snead and Tiger Woods.

If you want to see a short, technical analysis of Moe's swing, click <here>.

So if Moe Norman was so great, why doesn't everyone swing the club like he did?

There are answers to that question, rooted in where he played, long standing traditions of golf, the “country club” mentality and the oddities / quirks of Moe's personality.

You can research them yourself if interested; the internet has no lack of articles and opinions re: Moe Norman.

It's worth noting, however, there have been some on the pro tour who used his method; and there's one very notable pro - a real long ball hitter - whose swing looks a whole lot like Moe's:



His form is the picture of smooth unhurried power, but note the planted feet, reduced hip rotation, single plane swing and palm grip...all Moe Norman traits.

For my part it's enough that it works, and when done correctly, yields consistently straight shots from the tee and fairway.

Will spend some time experimenting with this, as consistency is something I definitely need.




It's time for everyone's favorite slap in the face...


...so 23 Skidoo:

"The Shot" by Ben Hogan...a 1 iron on the 18th hole in the 1950 U.S. Open.  That 200 yd drive to the green allowed him to 2 putt for a 3 way tie, and the next day he won the U.S. Open in a playoff.  So why is it called "The Shot"?  Because 16 months prior he suffered injuries in a head on crash so severe, doctors said he would never walk again.



Honey?  What's for supper?



doesn't that look good?  can't beat morning espresso



Larry's back at his cottage for deer season



november sunrise




A reminder from God's Word:


Some things never change.

later, mcm fans...



Friday, November 12, 2021

Wished A Happy Veteran's Day...


...to my favorite veteran...who served with honor in Afghanistan as well as stateside.

superman doesn't always wear a cape

Due to the staggering incompetence of the corrupt and cognitively impaired doofus currently squatting in the White House, an important truth has been lost re: our 20 years in Afghanistan, and it is this:

For two decades, people there - especially women - who had been oppressed by the Taliban, were able to enjoy the fruits of freedom.

Women were able to be educated, to walk freely down the streets, even run their own businesses.

Brandon and Co. definitely turned it into Situation FUBAR, but that doesn't detract from what our military accomplished for 20 years.

Thank you, Benjamin - and to all veterans everywhere - for your service to our country.


As it happens, the most beautiful great-granddaughter in the universe (no, really; I checked) turned 2 recently...

she knows "good" when she tastes it




why o why must I be chained in this car seat?

...and we got to celebrate with her.

Big fun, and looking forward to many happy returns!


A while ago I mentioned some potentially shocking news...


re: hickory golf.

Well, here it is...my new clubs:



And a closer look:



Except for Calamity Jane on the right, those ain't hickories...they're Majek Hybrid irons...a 3, 5 and 9 iron.

To make matters worse, I'll probably end up buying a Majek Hybrid sand wedge as well.

So...what gives?  After 7 years of happily swinging my hickories, what the heck just happened?

Well, first of all, I reserve the right to go back to my hickories whenever I want to...and I probably will whenever I play a suitable course.

The one I've played the last few years is perfect for my hickories; a combination of par 3's and short 4's, very little water, no sand traps, wide fairways.



Hickory clubs have a tiny little "sweet spot" - literally about the size of a nickel - so if you don't hit them just right (a common occurrence in my world), you don't get the direction / distance you need for a "good shot".

I'm a duffer, so generally not a problem.  I soldier on and the extra stroke or two per hole doesn't bother me (much).

But this new course I played at the end of the season is very different.

It's all par 3's, so distance generally isn't an issue...unless  there's water or sand traps involved, and guess what?

There's both water and sand traps on every hole, not to mention narrow fairways.



Long story short, I rapidly tired of losing 2 or 3 balls per round.

I could bag it and just go back to playing my "old" course, but  a)  it's 45 minutes away vs 10 minutes for the "new" one, and  b)  it closed in early October, while the new one stayed open into November.

After some agonizing, I finally decided to pop for 3 new hybrid irons...they're advertised as high in forgiveness quotient (i.e., they have a much larger sweet spot).

sales puffery?  we shall see...

In the real world that's supposed to translate into fewer bad shots (i.e., less golf balls in the drink).

They have many 5 star reviews, and as new clubs go, they're inexpensive.

My "new" course is closed for the season now, so haven't tried them out anywhere other than my backyard with wiffle golf balls.

After some swing adjustments - the shafts are longer than my hickories - so far, so good.

But the acid test is months away, so gonna hafta wait awhile to see how I / they actually perform.

It's going to be a looooong  winter...


It's that time again, folks...


Uh, well...no, not that  time...it's time to skedaddle out the back door before someone sees you here...


...and you have to make up some lame excuse. ("I was minding my own business when suddenly 3 large men grabbed me and forced me inside...")

On your way out you have my permission to cast a wistful glance or two at these late fall themed parting shots...


got the last 2 lamp posts installed




the view from the courtyard




finally starting to drop some leaves




the view pulling into the driveway



a brief snow shower turned my greens into whites



Mr. Otter stopped by Larry's cottage...




...for a brief visit




Are you ready?



The big day is less than 2 week away now.

later, mcm fans...

Friday, November 11, 2016

Veteran's Day...

In Flanders Field
by Lt. Col. John McCrae
Canadian Army Medical Corps


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields


(May 3rd, 1915, Battle of Ypres, Belgium)

Penned during "The War To End All Wars" - so called because of the millions of lives lost in the bloody, years long conflict - In Flanders Fields stands as the definitive poem for Veteran's Day.  It's a tribute to Lt. Col. McCrae's friend lost in battle, and as such is both a solemn memorial and a compelling call to action.

I had the privilege of reciting this poem when I was only twelve at a Veteran's Day observance in Manchester, Massachusetts, many years ago.

Back then my main focus was simply reciting it clearly and without error; now of course I grasp the deeper, heartfelt meaning McCrae intended.

And so I pause once again to give thanks for veterans everywhere...
...men and women dedicated to serving and protecting our country from all enemies, foreign and domestic.

Thank you.