Maple Street Loop/York Gary Loop/Nashville Country Club/York Gary Loop

NASHVILLE — I jogged and walked the Maple Street Loop on Tuesday morning, before I was called to Nashville, in 24:52. On Wednesday, I walked the York Gary Loop in 32:17. On Thursday, I played the Nashville Country Club in 96, with nines of 45 and 51. I don't have my score card with me, but I know I had 3 pars and 1 quadruple bogie, and otherwise a mixture of bogies and doubles. I also remember that, on the front nine, I played the first three holes in seven-over par, and the last six in three-over. I think I used 38 putts. I walked the York Gary Loop about two hours later in 33:09. I do not have convenient Internet access there, but if, when I return—after this quick trip to Levy to let Pam, Sam, and Jo out for while and restock their food and water bowls, and take care of some minor business—I learn I face a more prolonged stay, I plan to make occasional trips to the Howard County Library to access it there.

SENTENCE OF THE DAY (for Thursday) from A Different Closet
Lardner’s contempt for Ingram was fortified by each dead animal he passed, the multitude of farm-equipment establishments and prefabricated, metal luncheonettes with their flimsy signs advirtising hamburgers and blue-plate specials, all of which remained consistently intermittent into Arkansas, as the roads straightened and the earth flattened and the horizon extended further and further away, exposing endless fields of plowed dirt and tall grass and grazing cattle, through Corning and Pocahontas and Walnut Ridge, where Lardner at last stopped to dine at an old brick restaurant proclaiming itself to be, in neon and plastic, The Hob-Nob.

SENTENCE OF THE DAY (for Wednesday) from A Different Closet
“I hope not; let’s see.” Shoemaker was already turning the chicken as fast as he could. “No, thank the Lord, this does not quite qualify as ‘burned.’ It is closer to what my mother once labeled, ‘very brown.’ There is some damage, but it’s primarily cosmetic. Here’s another secret, or perhaps an amendment to the previous. Once you apply the sauce, do not begin conversations involving politics or religion.”

SENTENCE OF THE DAY (for Tuesday) from A Different Closet
He knew his mechanical ineptitude left him unprepared for analysis or diagnosis, so, as always before, he attempted to employ his principal automotive creed, the one which stated, “Don’t worry, and why bother as long as the car is in motion?”