TOP FLITE ~ By Absolutely*Kate of Harbinger*33

ON THE GREEN ~ Pic ala kailavanfossan

TOP FLITE

By ~ Absolutely*Kate

It used to be Titleist. Then the urge came to pass on the desire for "The Ball Choice of the Tour Professional". He was. He is. Professional and personal in every scorecard stroke of the periphery. No bogeys. All class on the grass, be it rough or well-trimmed.

So that's what she bought him ~ for birthdays, for Christmases, Valentine's Days, and for Father's Day of course, she stayed the course. Pretty easy on the what-to-get purchase list, and a cinch to wrap in the funny parts from Sunday's paper or later in life, in appropo bright zingy wrapping paper with a cheery centered blue bow. She'd add other treats of course, chocolate covered peanuts, a sports or life intriguing book, yet another Pittsburgh Steelers' prized piece of paraphernalia, a framed creation . . . but the box of Top Flites was always and ever a best appreciated need that would get plenty of use, stir immense pride and strivings on long range driving. You could say this gift was par for the course. 

He gave her love and protection, insight through laughter and a life-long attraction towards the innate goodness in all people you come across in the adventure of a day. He took a Dale Carnegie course once during early supervisory Atlantic & Pacific Tea Company days and shared his homework when she eagerly waited up in skyblue PJ's for that night's exciting return. Oh how he loved excelling at learning each new idea, skill or thrill. He shared the seminar session's lessons - the fine art of association-memorization, the reinforcement of positive thought to action, and both of their favourites -- hitting a rolled up newspaper on the table in the morning, shouting out loud, "It's going to be a GREAT DAY!" Amazing how the enthuse of laughter accompanying any reach beyond mere normality . . . makes the desired outcome have all the better chances.

 

Fortune favours the prepared mind, and his always was, cliche-inclusive, working smarter not harder, knowing Lombardi's "It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get up" that counts. He stayed up, never complained nor let loose a negative thought. He encouraged without words, and his words were his noble bond.

He teased and he pleased. He was loved for 57 married and 3 dating years by his devoted Franny and forever onward by she and their thriving jiving five. He listened; he let you think your way through your thinking and then released the ultimate trophy: "Now you got it Kid!" He worked right alongside you before silently disappearing, getting you started in whatever job made something better at where you were at - picking up the front yard's grass-cuttings, stocking and blocking A&P shelves, painting a room, changing a tire, hosing your first prized red camauro, or his oft prized red tomatoes, peppers, cantaloupes and strawberries. He was garden, golf, gridiron, great father, grandfather, guts, gumption and grins. Oh those grins.

Got 'em inside me now.

So many folks ~ the kind he'd really want to have amble over to his back patio in Ohio for a cup of coffee and a poured conversation have reached me, the giver of Top Flites, about the legacy this semi-pro golfer and this all-pro Dad, hero and best friend has planted to grow on within me.

Thank*God they're right.

I'm goin' par for the course now too.

My father, Paul Pilarcik, lived vibrantly through the last day of summer, his season. Now that vibrancy, that spirit of strength lets me and swell-meaning multitudes know what Camus wrote is legacy-reality in Top Flite trajectory: 

   

"I finally knew in the depths of winter

there was within me

an invincible summer."
  

With still fresh tears, my gratitude is going long and going the distance, precious friends and treasured colleagues, in the way Paul would, from that always welcome patio ~ wholeheartedly.
   

Tis Top Flite soaring
  I was taught Life is all about.

I know it to be true ~

I wholeheartedly wish it unto you.

~ Absolutely*Kate, 
Paul's first kid

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL? ~ International Interview by Michael J Solender of Harbinger*33

ARE YOU READY

FOR SOME FOOTBALL?  

~ International Interview
by Michael J Solender with

some non-gridiron guys gone global

EDITOR/THEATRE OWNER'S NOTATION:  I asked Michael if he thought it would be as cool an idea as I pondered, to check in on some of our esteemed writer pals around the spin o'the globe as to their spin on Who-Will-Win or what was up in their country regarding America's NFL finale to the reason the seasons of autum/winter were really kicked off . . . I tell ya folks, the golfer guy, the soul of Solender, the well-loved reporter fella with nuttin' but knows for news caught that Hail Mary Mikey pass and ran it up the line with no flags on his wordplay. Like Sinatra though, he did it his way. Regrets I have a few ~ but then again, too few to mention ... as I'm lovin' this SuperBowl Weekend with all its pomp and pagentry and my terrible towel from Steeler victories . . . so I gave you his hilarity . . . without contention:

The Stupid Bowl. Sunday February 7.  < {Michael called it this. Katie never would!}

That great all-American past time. Chips, dips, beer, dogs, beer, pizza, beer. You get the picture.

The entire nation shuts down to watch an over hyped and usually pretty lousy spectacle. This year we’ll be entertained at half-time by guys that are old enough to be our grandparents. Who? Yeah Them. 60 second spots go for upwards of $3 mil. as so many eyeballs are said to be glued to the tube.

It got me thinking: (OK *Katie planted a bug in my ear and we will share the findings at our respective corners of the web) What is the rest of the world doing while the world-revolves-around-us-Americans are getting a massive dose of indigestion and making fools ourselves at the neighbors?

Inquiring minds want to know!

News-hound (read:whore) that I am I set out to ask some folks who really are NOT from here to give me their take on this non-event everywhere but here.

Who better to ignore us, than the Chinese? For their take I went to our man behind the red curtain Dan Stine.



The Brits pretty much hate us after they found Tony Blair in the rack with Bush 1 and 2 so I’ve asked my pal Lee Hughes to give me the whole wonking truth from across the Atlantic.



The Aussies are still living off our good graces in welcoming Olivia Neutron Bomb lo those many years ago and letting her dance with Travolta. Paul Phillips will give us the view from the penal colony.


What follows are excerpts from my recent chat with these global fellows. Enjoy.

MJS: Does anyone in your country give a rip about the Super Bowl?

PP: We have salad bowls, toilet bowls, lawn bowls, dust bowls and possibly Camilla Parker-Bowles as a future Queen. What is this ‘Super’ Bowl of which you speak?

LH: No one gives a stuff.

DS: It is rarely mentioned, if at all.

MJS: Hmm I see. Well, I believe Football has an entirely different meaning in your country, what do residents there make of "American Football?"

DS: They usually pantomime someone holding a football in tuck position and smile somewhat blankly.

LH: Isn't it like rugby, but with padding and helmets, bunch of girls, your lot.

PP: We can make a hat, a submarine, a telescope...sorry, what was the question?

MJS: Moving along, Does anyone there have any idea where Indianapolis is located?

LH: Somewhere North of Mexico and South of Alaska?

PP: Isn’t that the place where race car drivers go around and around and around a square track and the winner is the last driver to fall asleep from boredom?

DS: It would take me, on average, ten minutes of intense oral work just to teach them how to say Indianapolis, and the next session would find the word removed from short term and long term memory banks.

MJS: Oh my. Good thing it wasn’t Minnesota then! OK. Will the game even be televised there? What time?

PP: Due to the massive popularity of the sport, it will more than likely be shown in August.

DS: No idea. I suspect there will be a broadcast on one of the Hong Kong stations and the westerner-owned bars in town will broadcast it and have a super bowl party attended mostly by ex-pats and their students.

LH: I think it's shown on an obscure sports channel on satellite telly.

MJS: That’s good to know! Do people watch (other than Americans)?

DS: Ex-pats and their students.

LH: Never heard anyone saying, "Did you watch the game last night, that linebacker was shit.

PP: Do people watch what? Oh, the football? Let me just run around and do a quick survey....just a minute....you still there?

MJS: I’m starting to get the picture. Are there "Super Bowl" Parties? What types of special foods are enjoyed while watching American Football?

PP: I am guessing that this is some sort of “Tupperware Party” equivalent. I think they have cake and cookies.

LH: There are no "Super Bowl" parties, sounds like a Tupperware gathering.

DS: There are three westerner bars in my town that I am aware of. Two are owned by the same guy, A Canadian, the other is owned by a German. The Canadian owned bars will offer Super Bowl parties along with food specials that scratch the culinary surface of the event, chicken wings without the great sauce, French fries, baked not fried, maybe pizza but low on the cheeses and again, no great sauce or even decent crust. There will be ample beer at super-inflated prices and of course, peanuts. It’s the one thing they got right here in China. Peanuts. The German guy will probably broadcast the game but you won’t be able to hear it over the Philippine rock band mangling a mix of classic rock and reggae.

MJS: Kind-of a Rasta event, perfect for Miami. Bob Marley rules! In the US, the commercials (advertisements) that debut on the Super Bowl are as much a tradition as the game itself and are usually quite entertaining - Does this tradition carry over to your country?

DS: Nope. The Chinese watching the ads would probably not get it since most of the ads are sort of like inside jokes.

LH: No the advertisers would rather seek a more important commercial spot between segments of Coronation Street.

PP: Oh yes, the commercials make the game even more (yawn!) exciting...honest!!

MJS: Observations on the game from you?

PP: More body protection than the Riot Squad, a breather after every play so the ‘athletes’ can have a rest, television time—outs so the sponsors can push their products, half-time entertainment (I use that word loosely) from has-been or never-were musicians. Sounds like a great waste of 4 hours!!!

LH: As said previously, a girls version of rugby.

DS: When in the US I enjoyed watching the game with friends, paid marginal attention to the regular season. One year I was involved in a football pool at work and I had Peyton Manning as my QB. I always liked that guy.

MJS: Yes and you like burnt toast too I suppose. Finally, Your predicted winner and score.

DS: Colts by 14

PP: Product Sales +50% - Entertainment Value 0

LH: New York Yankees 7 – L.A Lakers 3

And there you have it! He ....could.....go...all...the...wayyyy (to sleep)!

Geaux Saints! Who dat? 

(c) 2010 ~ Author Michael J. Solender with the global guys

What can we say AT THE BIJOU about our gallant guru pal ~ colleague of knowledge and wit aboard the mighty HARBINGER*33, and in the world as we know it? That he's the catcher of the wry? Well there's nothing we can say that Michael J Solender (J for Joy or surely you Joust?), hasn't said a thousand times over at his notable NOT. Michael would want me to unshamefully plug, plug, plug you to venture a tried and true trek over there ~ it's the neighbourhood saloon just up the street from AT THE BIJOU. So go, see ... feel ... laugh ... nod at the NOT ... get grin ... sometimes even sensate within.

As for those other mocking-my-sport boys? Ahhh, come back to Double*Feature Tuesday and get a load of how zenful friend Daniel Stine of the mighty HARBINGER*33 lifts the red curtain to write and chime out. The out-landish Lee and Paul? You'll see them all here folks, AT THE BIJOU. They're dashing and daring, smashing and caring Coming*Attractions ~ how could it be otherwise?

THANKS, YOU GREAT
(non-gridiron) GUYS!

~ Absolutely Steeler*Kate

and the staff of renown, AT THE BIJOU