XLVIII Junius

A very remarkable night unlike any other in quite some time. June or July presses on, the 18th or 48th day take your pick either and BOTH numerically significant. But the night … OH BOY !!

TELL THE WORLD YOU GOT LUCKY OGO !!

No. Well short of that.

Now you have made me feel poorly and dampened the news.

SO SORRY. FORGIVE SVP ?

OK. Thou art Forgiven. But be careful.

THEN GO ON …

I slept thru the entire night without waking. Very rare.

ANY THOUGHTS AND OR GOOD REASON(S) ?

It was 5:25 which is early but not ‘middle of the night’. I did remain up and began my daily routine(s).

I went to bed at the ‘normal’ time perhaps a shade earlier as I wanted to get the training ride done and behind me early which I did.

The dream sequence leading up to the awaken state was also most curious.

I was in Fort Worth and getting a lesson from Jim Furyk on escaping from treacherous sand traps.

You know, the ones with steep sides. He said to use one kind of sand club when the ball was below and another sand club when the ball was ABOVE your feet in the sand.

‘Why’s that ?’ I axed him.

Furyk says ‘with the ball BELOW your feet, you need the slightly longer shaft and the club with the sharper, thinner flange.’

‘Makes perfect sense. I never knew that. Thanks.’

‘Anything else ? Otherwise that I'll conclude the clinic on steep-sided bunker sand shots.’

I asked him for an signed ball explaining I had been with him twice during the Colonial and gotten two (2) balls but neither autographed.

‘I have been collecting annually such memorabilia from players on the 2008 Ryder Cup team and yours is one of the few left outstanding from the American team.’

‘I’m running late and I don’t have a ball handy. Fluff, do you have a sharpie?’

‘Nope.’ Says Fluff (Mike his caddie) as they are getting into the white Cadillac SUV.

Suddenly I am in FW, alone except for Perry (?) and we are in a large crowd like after an event.

Perry is my ride back to McK.

Well, we get separated and then I have no way to contact him. I suddenly find myself on the TCU campus in front of a large bank of elevators. I get on one, hoping it goes down and it only goes up to floors 10,11 and 12. Before I can get off, I realize we are at the 12th floor. So I get off the elevator.

I find myself in a maze of tight office cubicles and I recognize from the name plates I am in Saint Petersburg, FL. It is very claustrophobic and I continue to wonder how was I going to get back home to McK. Then it dawns on me.

‘Uber! I had a coupon !!”

So it was then I woke up to get the coupon and it was 5:25 and I was still thinking now in a near-panic how in Hades I was going to get home.

I worried about that still approaching Panic for about 500 nanoseconds and then said to self … ‘you ninny, that was a dream, the dream is over, you ARE home and don’t NEED the coupon.’

A feeling of true relief flooded my consciousness like I hadn’t had in a couple of days.