I am pleased that in recent years, it has become fashionable once again to recognize the service and sacrifice of our veterans. I am old enough to remember when veterans—especially those from the Vietnam War—were ill treated by large segments of the American public, with their services being variously ignored or condemned. I have always been reminded of Winston Churchill’s words—intended for the flyers in the Battle of Britain, but appropriate for our military today: Never was so much owed by so many to so few.

So to Mrs. GolfBlogger and all of the other veterans out there I pass on a sincere word of thanks.

On the way home from shopping, Thing One—the teenage boy—and I passed a White Castle:

Dad: Hey, lets stop and get a couple dozen sliders?
Thing One: Really? Are you kidding?
Dad: Yes.
Thing One: That’s just mean.
Dad: You wouldn’t want to eat them anyway It’s nine o’clock. You’d get nightmares.
Thing One: I wouldn’t get nightmares. I’d dream about hamburgers with halos and wings and bathed in holy light. Weird. But not a nightmare.

Its my favorite day of the year. I turn another year older at midnight tonight.

I turned on my Blackberry’s GPS unit today and used it to track the quick nine I played after school. I walked 2.45 miles in an hour and a half.

As you can see, I didn’t play very well. Too many shots off the fairway, and a couple of mishits. I blame it on a stiff back/hip that’s been bothering me for the last couple of days. I was only able to play at all thanks to a pile of motrin.

I just heard a very interesting quote, which on the surface has nothing to do with golf:

“For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don’t believe, no proof is possible.”

It’s by Stuart Chase, an MIT engineer and economist, who is perhaps more famous for coining the phrase “New Deal,” referring to Franklin Roosevelt’s depression era programs.