TIME SLIPS

Time jumps mainly. But time slips, too. And, it most certainly drags. Very few times, does time stop. Ain't it funny how...

One year ago today I was stepping onto hollowed ground at Augusta. The Masters. While we could only secure practice rounds tickets from good friends, it was still a great experience. Amen Corner is carved into my memory bank, taking the place of a technician or doctor's assistant who carved on my leg veins less than a month ago. But hey, she only assisted on three of my five surgeries, so why should I remember, right?

But what is more surprising about time is how it seems so much longer than one year since we walked the golf course there. How can that be? When most good memories seem to be the just the opposite.

Of course bad memories or unpleasant times seem to roll around pretty fast. Take tax time. So I guess there's no figuring out time.

Hey, by the way, it's time to go. I have to pick up some family from the airport. Three grandkids are coming at 8:00 AM. By 10:30, I'll be exhausted. By Saturday when they'll leave, I'll think how quickly the time went by.

I'm telling you, time is a many splendored thing.