- I’m still dumbfounded by the people who complain about the big golf tournament in town. So corporate and blah blah blah. It does great things for our city. It brings revenue and people. Fact.
- Unless you live in that one section of Washington Road, you really can’t complain about the traffic. Years of planning and restructuring have yielded results most event planners envy. Traffic used to be an issue. It barely is anymore. Avoid mornings and evenings around the golf course, or get out of town.
- I overheard someone saying there’s only one week of the year when Augusta is beautiful. Who doesn’t straighten up their house for a party? Augusta is a nice place year-round. When the biggest golf tournament in the world comes to town, we spruce things up a bit. Makes sense, right?
- Whatever you think about the personal life of Patrick Reed, he did just win a green jacket. Bashing him is as unsportsmanlike as the things of which he has been accused. Keep golf classy, y’all.
- Whatever you think about his relationship with his parents is really none of your business. People quit talking to family members all the time and for various legitimate reasons. I’m not saying he’s an angel. I’m just saying stay out of it.
- I talked to my mom only minimally for about 10 years. We reconciled later in life, but there were very good reasons for our distance, and none of them had to do with me being a bad person.
- Even with his sordid lifestyle, which has been made very public, Tiger Woods gets a pass, because he’s a great golfer and because of what he’s done for the game. Patrick Reed just proved he’s a great golfer. Like him or not, he’s here to stay.
- What is up with these promposals? They’re like proposals for marriage without a diamond. Someone needs to let these boys know they’re only setting themselves up for a bigger task later. I’m not saying set the bar low, but set the bar low. A simple, “will you go to prom with me,” has done the trick for quite some time now.
- When my husband asked me to marry him, it wasn’t as fancy as a promposal. He told me he loved me, got down on one knee, and asked me to be his wife. Without fanfare, I said yes. Maybe I’m just boring.
- Per usual, the pollen is out of control.
- Per usual, everyone seems to think this is the worst year yet.
- I can’t wait to hear about the heat this summer.
- It’s hotter than Satan’s house cat from May to October in the South. Every single year. Yes, it’s always that hot.
- Thank God we have things like the weather and pollen to fill conversations when there’s nothing else to say.
- This week marks the start of the eighth year of Jenny is Wright. That makes for hundreds of columns filled with practically nothing, but y’all keep coming back. I’m not always right, and that’s cool, but I’m so appreciative of the tens of you who read each week. Cheers!
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Because I love a list. Especially a random list.