Hash

 We ran from the pavilion in Boyle Park where Leah Thorvilson nearly renamed me Fagamundo eighteen summers ago. I don't believe anyone who was there still runs with us. Maybe Kayce, but I forgot to ask. I was out for about an hour. By the way, I would probably marry Abby on the very outside chance that would end well. ...I am seriously considering publishing A Different Closet on Pam's Boy chapter by chapter. Maybe someone would like to read it. Who knows? I don't believe any publishing house would ever accept it. ...Oh, thanks to whichever of my readers emailed the photo of the Sacramento cat.

River Trail

 Ron, Elaine, Jayme, Kayla, and I walked about 1.25 miles in 1:08:42 on the River Trail from Cook's Landing late this morning. There was a lot of standing around involved. I was teased greatly about my new-to-me, five-year-old rocket-like cop car.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...What does anyone think about this paragraph from early in the final of 33 chapters in A Different Closet? There were a few days like this each August. Cool wind from the northwest had blown away the dankness, and high clouds diffused into a translucent sheet that spread over the sky to leave a breezy and dry, bright white afternoon. It served as an advertisement for fall. These sorts of days reminded Keith of football, even now, as he walked through waves of roaring cheer to a microphone set between him and the last crowd he would address. Thousands of people sat or stood on a panorama of shiny grass, which opened like an Asian fan above him and rose to the Art Museum a quarter of a mile away. Still, St. Louis was a baseball town, and he could see it—Cardinal jerseys and shirts and caps were everywhere—and smell it in the air filled with an aroma of charcoal and charred meat and streaked by wafts of smoke.

Burns Park Championship Course

John, Ed, and I played the back nine of Burn Park Championship Course from the silver tees this morning. I scored 45, with 1 par, 7 bogies, and 1 double. I think I used 15 putts. ...By the way, I understand why my California readers might not want to post photos of cats.

Hash

 Yesterday evening, I walked and jogged for about an hour and a half with the Little Rock House Harriers from a house near War Memorial Park in Hillcrest. It was the most fun I have had at a Hash run in a while. ...The following is fairly accurate I believe. Best I can figure, I had spent a total of $13,900 on the six previous cars I have purchased throughout my lifetime. As of about 11:45 a.m. today, that total now stands at $28,400 for seven vehicles. I bought a 2017 Police Pursuit Dodge Charger from White Hall, Ark., on govdeals.com. It was driven as a personal car by a White Hall city administrator over a mere 62,000 miles. I nearly broke my neck accelerating on a test drive last week. Here's what it looks like: 

By the way, if you click on this picture, it will blow up a bit. It is lovely inside and out and has a long list of options, most of which are beyond my ability to understand. Also, it will impress some that it gets a surprising 24 feet to the gallon. I am pleased to have bought it for $15,400, or about $10,000 less than any other worthwhile 2017 equivalent. I hope it lasts the rest of my life.

Maumelle

 Ron, Elaine, Kayla, Jayme, and I walked around Lake Willistein in Maumelle this morning for 1:00.40. We then ate at a nearby pizzeria. Kayla and Jayme are funnier than two motherfuckers who like to laugh a lot. Among hilarious scenarios discussed were the invention of forks and the way by which all experts, regardless of subject,  love to say, "See, I told you so." It was suggested that experts, regardless of age, should have to adopt the tone of seventy-five-year-old people as they say on National Public Radio, "We tried to tell them kids, but did they listen? Noooooo, of course they didn't. Those damn kids.". ...If I can figure out how to put pictures on blogger.com, why can't everyone? I wanna see them goddamn California kittens and cats. ...By the way, this is a time for my California-based friends to subscribe to mlb.tv. It will allow them to watch nearly every Astros and White Sox game on TV for no more than peanuts.

Burns Park Tournament Course/Levy Trail

 I walked on the Levy Trail to 47th Street and back late this morning in 13:10. Ordinarily, par for that route would be about eleven minutes, so this was somewhat easy. ...I don't understand why anyone cares about home run derbies. What is the difference between them and batting practice? Interestingly, one will be used as a nine-inning tiebreaker for tonight's all-star game (if necessary). I guess I will care about that one (if necessary). By the way, I do recognize my dislike for home run derbies is similar to mine for boneless and skinless fried chicken sandwiches and nuggets. I acknowledge this makes me no better than anyone who likes those things, merely different. As in, you know, God bless Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Donald Trump. ...Yesterday, Ed and I played the front nine of Burns Park Tournament Course. I believe my score was about 50, give or take one stroke, or maybe two.

Burns Park Championship Course

 John, Ed, and I played Holes 3-10 on Burns Park Championship Course this morning. I didn't feel particularly well and walked off halfway through No. 11.

Hash

I was out for somewhere around 45 minutes with the Little Rock Hash House Harriers this afternoon. We ran from Curran Conway Park near UALR. ...This evening, I watched as Mike Moustakas hit his 200th career home run to help Cincinnati defeat Tampa Bay. Later, while flipping between CNN and Fox News, I watched horrific reports of a flaming row of condominiums in suburban Cincinnati. By bedtime, suspects in the explosions that killed twenty-seven had been narrowed to Ansar al-Sharia and a rogue sand cat from the Kansas City Zoo. Moustakas was unharmed.

Burns Park Championship Course

 When Ed and I walked off the front nine of the Burns Park Championship Course front nine this morning at 8:16 a.m., the heat index was 96°F. It was 113 at four this afternoon. I walked nine holes, played seven, and later fried bacon and eggs on the dashboard of my Crown Vic. 

Burns Park Tournament Course

 John, Ed, and I played Burns Park Tournament Course today. We started at 6:30 a.m. I played the front nine in 49, with 2 pars, 2 bogies, 4 doubles, and 1 quadruple. I lost count of the putts but it was more than 11.

Front yard

 My only exercise today will likely be the c. thirty-two minutes I spent mowing my front lawn this morning. It is again hotter than you-know-whats in Levy. By the way, the new battery mower was a snap to push. For some perhaps flawed reasoning, I felt free to turn the mower on its side to pull out anything that might have wrapped around the blades or stuck to the interior sides. It was nearly spotless.