The Lowdown Lockdown Blues
by Essential Chip
Good God Gavin, how do you sleep at night? I understand, in these troubling times, the governments need to close down movie theaters, the odd Warrior game with attendance over ten, and all Democratic Party gatherings, but golf courses? What’s next, bars?
I am suddenly feeling very alone in this world. The Rambo without muscles kind of alone. It’s a Steve McQueen minus ball and glove in solitary kind of isolation. I would, of course, insist on a proper cocktail hour, it is, after all, in the Geneva Convention, to seek relieve from this unbearable quarantine. What is a truck driving poet to do?
Rest assured, loyal readers, I am not sitting on my laurels eating bonbons and hoarding toilet paper. Chip is Essential! With the help of Bill the Web, I have launched the Chip Pod Cast. Yes, lucky subscribers, 24 hour Chip access during the duration. Chip for the masses, its time has come.
The format will float from pressing issues of the day to the whims of my fancy. (sound familiar) Topics to include bartering with the grounds crew for twenty minutes of range time, sand shots over a sleeping wife, and the merits of cutting a hole in your hardwood floor to practice putting.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
This crisis will pass and we will at last return to the golf course, in the meantime tune in to the pod cast and virtually play through.