I’m in Alabama visiting family for Thanksgiving. I’m not as sick as I was, but I’m not well, either. At one point during the nearly 10 hour drive, it took us two hours to drive 70 miles. The lovely but often backwards state of Arkansas is making massive upgrades to I-40 (which runs across the state — and the nation), causing massive delays. If we had a REAL highway finance system of doing incremental upgrades and repairs, this kind of thing wouldn’t happen.
I played disc golf today on two of Huntsville’s four courses. I lost a brand new disc on the second one (after wading into a creek to retrieve it on the first course), and on the other, I was threatened by a crazy guy on a bicycle. I threw past him (my shot went NOWHERE near him). When I was about 50 feet past him, walking after my disc, I heard him say, “You want a piece of me, punk?” I didn’t turn around, pretending I didn’t hear him. He then said, “This here’s my knife.” I swear I could hear the banjo music. But, I didn’t even look at him. I guess he pedaled off. There were other people on the course (and not far away), so I could have gotten help if I’d needed it, but I was never very concerned, even with the knife comment. I’m generally a pacifist (by nature and philosophy), and I’ll walk away from just about any confrontation. Still, I almost wish I’d had a big pistol so I could have turned around and showed it to him, saying, “Gee… that’s a nice knife, sir. *This* is my gun. Move along.” However, I’m more pissed off about losing the disc, especially since my feet were still wet from wading in after it on the first course and the fact that I just bought it Sunday to replace one I lost at last week’s mini.