There’s always Hilton Head, kiddo. There’s always Hilton Head …


This letter was literally old news not 36 hours after it was mailed, overtaken by mid-week events that turned my life maybe not upside down but at least sideways. Depending on one’s perspective on the specter of unfortunate news, it either dims the lights or turns the bulbs up bright.

I prefer the latter over the former. To be otherwise doesn’t really doesn’t do anyone much good. You either fall on your butt and stay down or stand on your two feet and move forward. I’ll take the latter over the former in that case, too.

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October 26, 2015

Ellen/Reid: At last the guest bath is done. Or at least 98% of it is done. The towel racks and other hooks are minor annoyances but the installation will be done soon enough. It should be all done within the next 24 hours. It’s somewhat amazing that it came together as quickly as it did; the contractor, Brian, is really good and I just fell between the cracks, in a good way, in his work schedule.

Sure, this may be a man's take on a guest bath but what the hell. It beats what was there.

Sure, this may be a man’s take on a guest bath but what the hell. It beats what was there.

The lighting gave me some concern since I wasn’t sure how big the hole in the drywall was behind the crappy old fixture. But the hole was small, and I could finagle a junction box in there so there wasn’t as much drywall work as anticipated. The wiring was cinchy. The tile worked out well and the coloration of things seems to these sad eyes to be relatively coordinated. Ellen, I’m not hep on what’s ‘in’ in terms of towels and bath mats and stuff like that so you’ll need to continue to guide me down that primrose lane. I’ll take a debut shower in it later tonight.

This was the outdated ugliness that should have been gutted years ago.

This was the outdated ugliness that should have been gutted years ago.

The downside is there is dust everywhere on everything in every room. Such are the wages of home renovation. I’ve yet to sit down to compute the total tab but the guessing is about $2,700.

Ellen, now I’ll turn the attention to the horrid first floor, brown-painted bathroom disaster. It won’t be much other than a touch up of paint and some new faucets and lighting fixtures so it shouldn’t be overly problematic. But I made grand pontifications, too, about the guest bath upstairs and we know how that turned out. Cha-ching.

Another teenager was killed this weekend in a speeding related accident a couple of blocks away from here. I drove by this morning and the crash site is literally directly across the road from another fatal teen wreck almost 10 years ago – that one was loud enough for me to hear but I didn’t put the pieces together at the time. The parents in that case built a shrine to their son that they still maintain today. To have such a loss must be beyond terror for a parent. If you could only take a teen aside and give them the reality of driving … but they likely won’t hear of it. ‘We’re invincible,’ they’d say but they would be so far from right. So very far from right.

Took 20 from my Golf for One crew for a weekend of golf in the mountains at a place called Olde Beau.

The vistas weren't quite the same at Olde Beau as they are in Wyoming, but each has its own place in the scenic scheme of things.

The vistas weren’t quite the same at Olde Beau as they are in Wyoming, but each has its own place in the scenic scheme of things.

It was inordinately fun. I mean, really fun. Beautiful foliage, incredibly so. I folded a bit on Saturday night – I went in worrying about how it would all go and just ended up exhausted from the stewing and fretting – and people didn’t take to me ducking out too kindly (which isn’t unusual for me). As punishment they barricaded me in my room with cast iron benches. It was everything I could do to shove them out of the way.

I crashed earlier than normal Saturday night - hardly a surprise to anyone in my golf group - and this barricade is what greeted me Sunday morning.

I crashed earlier than normal Saturday night – hardly a surprise to anyone in my golf group – and this barricade is what greeted me Sunday morning.

It was still fun. The North Carolina mountains are different; oak trees, rhododendrons and other shrubs are the norm. It’s okay vis a vis Wyoming and really, I should get out of the business of comparing the two since both have their pluses – and minuses. We’ll do it again next October.

Seeing more deer out back. Perhaps it’s that the leaves are finally falling, or else the deer are just on the move, what with the rut season already on. But there they are, nibbling at whatever is left for them to munch on. I like seeing them. They’re nothing if not adaptive even as man puts the continual squeeze on them where they live. Keeps me a little bit connected to nature if nothing else.

This Saturday I’ll head to Charleston to fish for the first time since June. I’ve sorely missed it but golf duties got in the way. Maybe it’s time for me to phase out of it. But I am really, really, really excited to go. Reid, I wish you could make it. The redfish owe you, and they owe you big time. There’s always Hilton Head, kiddo. There’s always Hilton Head.

Love, Dad

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