My dad forwards me a lot of those funny emails. Some of these are chuckle-worthy:
#10 Golfer: “I Think I’m going to drown myself in the lake.”
Caddy: “Think you can keep your head down that long?”
#9 Golfer: “I’d move heaven and earth to break 100 on this course.”
Caddy: “Try heaven, you’ve already moved most of the earth.”
#8 Golfer: “Do you think my game is improving?”
Caddy: “Yes sir, you miss the ball much closer now.”
#7 Golfer: “Do you think I can get there with a 5 iron?”
Caddy: “Eventually.”
#6 Golfer: “You’ve got to be the worst caddy in the world.”
Caddy: “I don’t think so sir. That would be too much of a coincidence.”
#5 Golfer: “Please stop checking your watch all the time. It’s too much of a distraction.”
Caddy: “It’s not a watch - it’s a compass.”
#4 Golfer: “How do you like my game?”
Caddy: “Very good sir, but personally, I prefer golf.”
#3 Golfer: “Do you think it’s a sin to play on Sunday?
Caddy: “The way you play, sir, it’s a sin on any day.”
#2 Golfer: “This is the worst course I’ve ever played on.”
Caddy: “This isn’t the golf course. We left that an hour ago.”
#1 Golfer: “That can’t be my ball, it’s too old.”
Caddy: “It’s been a long time since we teed off, sir.”

with me on a desert island (coming through port eighty into my magically wireless connected browser, I suppose). Last night I was talking with another bloggist, a woman who is no slouch when it comes to write-aciousness and brains, talking about the brilliant creative minds and the dedicated authorial spirits in the blogosphere. Mark Woods name was near the top of our lists. Mark’s work at Woods Lot never fails to inform, never fails to nurture the spirit, always sets the mind ablaze with new directions for inquiry, and often buttresses the sure and certain knowledge that there is great evil afoot in the world, and great good. Happy Birthday Mark! You reflect so much that is so important to all of us, I’m proud to be a virtual associate. I’m pleased to be acknowledged in your sidebar. Sometimes I cruise by your place and you have some deep exploration going on that makes me wonder “who is this guy?” I think of you in your over the garage gluation and scissorology scriptorium and I know that you go back to the days of paste-up, like me, and I wish I knew you better. Again, Happy Birthday and please allow me to raise a glass in toast…



