I threw my charity golf tournament earlier this week; it was the 18th annual SMGA Charity Golf Classic. Each year, for the past eighteen golf seasons, the tournament has been the SMGA’s largest single-day fundraising event, bringing in on average more than $100,000 in revenue. While final figures aren’t yet available for this year’s edition, the tournament has raised nearly $2 million to support the mental and physical rehabilitation of post-9/11 veterans through the game of golf.
Are you like my wife? Do you fast-forward through TV commercials, previous week show recaps, and program intros? Me? I kind of like show intros—Cheers, The Sopranos, Game of Thrones. What’s not to like? And the truth is, I often need the previous week’s recap to remind me of what happened and to set the stage for the upcoming episode.
Every Good Boy Does Fine; FACE. Good Boys Do Fine Always; All Cows Eat Grass. No, The Washington Connection does not engage in steganography, which is the practice of concealing coded information within ordinary messages often written in plain sight. Rather, if you ever took music lessons as a kid, you might recognize these mnemonics as aids for remembering the notes associated with the Treble and Bass Clefs, respectively.
Earlier this month, as I sat in my corner spot on the couch, scrolling through On Demand and Netflix, looking for another series to binge watch, my wife said, “You know, we really need to start reading again.” As usual, she was right, and although I read a ton for work, I haven’t been reading as much as I should or even as much as I once did. I used to love reading biographies of historical figures, books about early America, and even the random John Grisham, Elmore Leonard, or David Baldacci novel.
I try to watch Jeopardy every chance I get. My strengths are typically categories like Sports, U.S. Politics, and American History; my weaknesses are definitely The Bible, Opera, and trick categories like Before and After (I’d never be able to buzz in quick enough). So, here’s an answer: A winning Mega Millions lottery ticket, a hole-in-one on the car hole at a charity golf tournament, a clean bill of health after a dentist appointment, absolute candor from a Washington politician. And the question: What are things I hope for, maybe even pray for, but are most unlikely to receive?
As part of my volunteer work, I recently attended a golf event to benefit a charity organization for American servicemen and women. The charity pairs wounded American veterans with country music singer/songwriters, and the two work together to write and record a song about the veteran’s personal experience with war.
The Big Year is an American comedy starring Jack Black, Owen Wilson, and Steve Martin. The film is based loosely on the real-world experiences of three birdwatchers, with the basic plot revolving around two bird enthusiasts (Black and Martin) trying to defeat the reigning world record holder (Wilson) in a year-long bird-spotting competition.
We all live in a bubble of our own making. We surround ourselves with those who think like us, have similar backgrounds and family structures, and have achieved equivalent socio-economic status. Outside of family and the office, we spend the most time with those who belong to the same clubs, associations, and religious groups as we choose to do. We read, watch, and listen to the news outlets that confirm our own solidly held beliefs. And it’s the very rare occasion when someone or something pops this metaphorical bubble.
Before becoming a university professor and management consultant, my father was a small college basketball coach. He brought that experience to coaching both my and my sister’s youth teams.
Although the cherry blossoms on the Tidal Basin peaked early this year, it’s Spring Break season in Washington.