I got my semi-annual round of golf in the other weekend. I am not a good golfer.
There was a time in my early 30’s that I played enough to get okay for a casual golfer. Now, I get out there to hang with my golfing friends and enjoy some cocktails at a country club that would never have me as a member.
I’ll check back in after the winter round. I can do better than 115.
I lost my wallet on Father’s Day. I 100% blame it on going to a little too hard and ignoring the age-old adage, “don’t put anything on the roof of your car that you’re not willing to lose”. I somehow got my phone back in the car, but the wallet (and my vaccine card!) are gone. I held out hope for a week or two that maybe a good samaritan would drop it in a mailbox, but that didn’t happen.
I went back to the source, Rider Boot, a local leather guy(??) here in RVA. I traded some emails with Ron, commiserated over the loss, and talked through a replacement. It’s not 100% the same, but damn if he doesn’t make nice stuff.
I’ve already promised myself to never ever ever ever ever ever put my wallet on the roof of my car again.