OldSouth and the sainted Mrs. OS are taking some down-time, on the Atlantic side of Florida. The oil hasn't reached here, yet.
No particular insights to offer, except to convey a decision made. OS has made his final journey through Atlanta and central Georgia by auto. To encounter major traffic jams fifty miles (and more) from the center of the city, on a Saturday, not a holiday weekend, no major construction underway--simply volume of traffic--was maddening, and disheartening.
Something, somehow has gone terribly awry in that part of our wonderful country. Life was never meant to look like this; late-model cars stacked nose-to-tail as far as the eye can see, on their way to and from housing developments that have eaten every small town and county for as far as the eye can see, each shopping area indistinguishable from the next, all the color and joy utterly squeezed out of existence. Just pine trees, humidity, banality, and traffic.
The New South.
We made a decision--return via Alabama or the North Carolina. The map says it's hundreds of miles of additional driving. Reality says we'll arrive home sooner, and saner.
In the meantime, the golf course awaits,(a Donald Ross course!) and Red Stripe beer is chilling next to the salsa in the fridge.
And, congrats to Northern Ireland's pride and joy on an inspiring performance at the US Open.
OS knew he had it clenched when McDowell was standing over his second shot on the eighteenth, needing par to win, took a short iron and laid up. Third shot safely past the hole, putt-putt. Win.
Three cheers for sanity. And for his gracious humility as he accepted the trophy.
Tiger, take notes. You tied fourth in the US Open, when the USGA could have understandably uninvited you.
Learn, for once, to say blinkin' Thank You.
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