Monthly Archives: April 2017

It is difficult to get angry at nothing, unless the nothing is a response to a wife’s something.  (4/30/17)

When an ornithologist sees a flock of geese, he smiles; when a Superintendent sees a gaggle, he gags. (4/29/17)  

An aging Superintendent is the first person to recognize he is losing his mind; an old one is the last person to see his insanity  (4/28/17)

A Superintendent is given, and earns, a plethora of responsibilities and tasks, but none is greater the privilege to help and encourage others. (4/27/17)    

At times, that which is clear produces despair. (4/26/17)

At times, rain is a drain. (4/25/17)  [The course is soaked. Crews are cold and wet. The parking lot has six cars…four belong to employees.  Good attitudes are waning.]      

A golf course is like a whirlpool. (4/24/17).  

Most people know very little about most people.  (4/23/17)

Sometimes, it is best to put all your eggs in one basket; sometimes, it is not. (4/22/17)    

Requiring middle-income golfers to pay premium fees is like asking middle-handicap golfers to play championship tees; I say it again, granting discounts to senior golfers is like giving mulligans to low-handicap players. (4/21/17)  [concept from E. Nangle]