Let your mind wander, let my mind go too, Together our heads, simply make two. Two little thoughts, drift in the wind, Like a couple of leaves, carrying currents run thin. A momentary look, a rustle here and there, Browning and wearing, who saw… who cared? Slowly decomposing, now beginning to rot, Back into the soil, food for the plot. From the earth to the heavens, the story still stands, If you think far further, beyond...

Story of the Phonetic Alphabet and how it came to be… “I am the Alpha male!” shouted John as he waved his putter above his head, “Bravo” said… Charlie ironically, “If that is how we are ranking the round, I would be the Delta male” he joked… as John Echoed his laughter, he grabbed Charlie and swung him around... as if they were dancing the Foxtrot ! “That was the best round of Golf I have ever played!” bellowed John. The...