Saturday was glorious. Camp Randall. 57 degrees. No wind. Michigan. Badgers win big! Joining us was Phil. I was talking to a friend and mentioned that Grasshopper No.3 joined us. The friend joked that we "filled" in with No.3. Hence his new his new name is "Phil". Dominating Michigan is symbolic of a "new world". For a change, Grasshopper No.4 wasn't at the best game of the year.
Tiger Woods played in the Australian Masters Golf tournament and won $270,000 for finishing first. That is not a lot of money compared to U.S. tournaments where $1 million purses is common. Why you ask would Tiger be playing all the way in Australia for "chicken feed" prize money? Did I fail to mention that having Tiger in a tournament adds so much prestige to the tournament (and draws fans) that he was paid $3 million in "appearance money". That is the job I want. $3 million for just showing up. It is a new world.
I see that our government has charged a panel of academicians from Harvard and other east coast universities to make recommendations regarding breast cancer treatment. The govern-ment panel through statistic analysis determined that mamograms are not needed until age 50 and that self testing for lumps is a wasted exercise until age 50. My cynical nature takes over here because the next step is for health insurance companies to deny medical payments for any breast cancer prevention procedure for anyone under 50 because the government has "said so". Here we go! Mandated government insurance coverage. Aren't we "throwing Mom or Grandma under the bus", if we won't pay for anything that relates to breast cancer pre-vention. Bring on healthcare reform. It will be a new world.
I am determined to persevere in the "new world". At my age, long term commitments are rare. This morning I bought 200 new BUNN coffee filters so my intent is to be around for another 200 days. How is that for confidence to surviving in the new world.
My advice Grasshoppers is to always think for yourself. If it doesn't seem right, it probably isn't. Trust your instincts.
Love,
Dad