You’ll have fun golf in Nashville with the hilly courses, wooded courses, and rough so thick you lose balls taking a drop. Not to mention that just down the highway a piece in northern Alabama are the Robert Trent Jones courses (public, 7,000 yards long, and about 25 bucks for 18 to ride).

I never say anything to the alternates. They’re on their own…to each his/her own and all that. I can’t say one path is better than the next. I *can* say that on-call time is a thing of the past for me.

I will miss the “meetings” out on Hilton Head’s golf courses. Strangely enough, that was the one place I was allowed to ignore urgent phone calls.

On the one hand, it’s great, b/c I can laugh at myself by laughing at that guy. I’d never wear seersucker shorts. But on the other hand, I am turning into a corporate mf’r, and there really isn’t much turning back at this point.

I had a reverse moment like that when i was golfing the other day–another manifestation of my conversion to the other side. There were these hippies walking in the fairway, just enjoying a beautiful day and heading back to their VW van after a rigorous drum solo session in the woods. I couldn’t get over what that meant if folded like a one-slice of bread crap sandwich of time against me in college. I hit a great drive, though, and grabbed some doritos at the turn.

When you see these alternate selves, do you ever say anything to them?