There are many unexplainable things in this world.
Stuff just happens for no discernible reason. For example, it is well known by friends and associates that I am one of the worst golfers in The Villages and beyond – and that is on my good days. That is why the local golf world was torn apart this past Monday when I was part of a winning foursome. Yep, for the first time in my life I won a golf trophy along with Billy, Lynn and Carolyn. It was at the prestigious Harmeswood Open.
All four of us received a well-designed and attractive trophy that we were permitted to take home and keep for a year. We even signed one of the balls on the trophy as the first winner of the Open. To take the trophy home, the only caveat was that it was to be displayed in a prominent spot in our home. The Blonde in the house and I are having a difference of opinion on what constitutes a “prominent” location. Her first thought was that the garage would be a nice spot where people could see the trophy even from the outside when the garage door was open.
Luckily, we were having some trouble with the garage door and we were unable to come in that way. Thus, I was able to bring the trophy into the house. My thought is to have it displayed so that it would be the first thing people would see when they come in the front door. I even suggested a lighting system for night time viewing. The Blonde has come up with several other suggestions that were not quite what I had in mind. I think that my suggestion is the most meritorious. However, I could have done like one of the other members of the foursome did. She took hers to bed that night.
It seems that her husband told her it was either him or the trophy. I think the trophy won. In any case the location needs to be resolved pretty quickly especially as the garage door problem has been solved. I have pointed out that summer is almost here and that the trophy is a sensitive thing which could not stand the heat and humidity out there. Also, people do not go into the closet in the computer room very often which is her second suggestion.
I bet Arnold Palmer never had this problem!
Barry Evans writes about Life in The Villages for Villages-News.comJump to Comments