” I’m looking forward to your next post,” a friend said recently. Then they asked me why I missed a day once or twice.
Good question. Answer: There are only twenty-four hours in the day and I think we should both be glad that I was blessed with the ability to sit here and hammer away at this keyboard and spout off and carry on like I think I know something…or a reasonable facsimile thereof.
Another good question: “How can you think of something to write about all the time?”
Answer: It goes back to time. If we had forty-eight hours in the day, I would be delighted to drone on even more than I do! I tell kids at school that only boring people get bored. My wheels are turning in constant motion until I decide it is time to retire for the evening. I am thankful for this.
Why? Good question. Answer: I love to sit here and share my thoughts, ideas, and the occasional opinion. I just speak the rights. I try to steer clear of any in-your-face agenda…you can find that anywhere else if you stay still long enough. Sooner or later you will find something objectionable…that is if you object to anything.
I saw a picture on an internet post that my dear wife, Carrie, likes to look at for entertainment purposes. It is named after a food condiment or something…The Dill or whatever it is?
What I found funny was a message that had been spray painted on something and it said, “Spread Anarchy!” Then someone came along behind them and wrote underneath it: “Don’t tell me what to do!” I thought that was funny. There can be humor in nearly every form of stupidity as long as it finds its place.
My place for a few moments every night during the work week and usually in the mornings on weekends is right here. This is where you will find me, sitting on my screened-in back porch speaking the rights. Of an evening, I am usually sipping on diet ginger ale as I type away. On Saturday mornings I will be out here vowing to write four entries as I drink too much coffee and hope it doesn’t get so hot out here that I have to move indoors. And no….I have not written four of these at one sitting, though I have no doubt that I could.
I was amazed this past weekend at the PGA Championship at Valhalla Golf Club in Louisville. Huge crowds…or should I say galleries. They call crowds at PGA events “galleries”. How can you call a crowd like that a gallery? Guys were swilling beer at this thing, not drinking tea with their pinkies hiked in the air! Gallery indeed.
Louisville is fairly close to my home. We live in Southern Indiana about forty minutes from Louisville if you really get on it in a car and don’t get pulled over for speeding. Carrie and I both earned graduate degrees from the University of Louisville. When we graduated no one asked me if I would have any family to be part of the “gallery” that was to watch us graduate. There was no need for that, regardless of what they called the crowd. Neither of us made the trip over there for commencement.
Speaking of golf. I have a golf tournament of my own to play in this fall. I will meet up with three of my best cronies as we gather together to make a foursome for The Corner King Classic. This will be the fifteenth year we have played together in the Corner King Classic and I promise I will give you both the history of the tournament and the results that follow. Do wish us the best of luck.
So there. I did it. A friend of mine told me he did not believe I could write a post that mentioned sports without going on about football.
Don’t worry. There will be plenty of time for that later. I assure you. This weekend is “PIGSKIN PREDICTION WEEKEND” on speaktherights.com…be sure to tune in.
I will leave you with a couple scenes from the official speaktherights.com screened-in back porch.
This is what I look like as I am trying to speak the rights.
Success.
Danny Johnson