Danny’s World: Old Boy Is Worn Out

Yesterday I helped a couple coworkers in Shelby which meant I spent the day walking around the uptown area speaking with business owners.  It was hot and incredibly humid and we were out walking for 5 hours or so.  When I got home last night all I wanted to do was eat dinner and veg; which I did!

I also slept in this morning until 7 am to give my body some recovery time.  Living with MS demands that I pay close attention to the temple.  When it says it is time to sleep, I sleep.  I hope all of you out in the blogosphere are preparing your minds to have a great day!

…by the way, how do you like the mug???

Danny’s World: Back In the Swing of Things

img_1546As I have said, the first day back from a getaway is tough.  I slept past my alarm this morning and it felt great.   Being at the beach was fantastic, but I must admit it was nice to sleep in my own bed last night.  I hope you have an getaway coming up soon to provide some relaxation or adventure!

Danny’s World: There’s A Spirit of a Storm In My Soul

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As I sat on the beach this morning and listened to the waves crash I couldn’t help but think of how far I’ve come since I started this blog.  There was a time when I was experiencing tremendous internal turmoil.  Basically, my insides were a raging dumpster fire.  I was so lost.  Sitting there I remembered this song that was once my anthem:

“Spirit Of A Storm” – Kenny Chesney

There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul
A restlessness that I can’t seem to tame
Thunder and lightning follow everywhere I go
There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul.
There’s a hurricane that’s raging through my blood
I can’t find a way to calm the sea
Maybe I’ll find someday the waters aren’t so rushed
Right now they’ve got the best of me
And oh, it’s been a long, long time
Since I had real peace of mind
So I’m just going to sit right here
In this old chair till this storm rolls by.
Oh, maybe it’s just the way I am
Maybe I won’t ever change
So I’m just going to sit right here
In this old chair and just soak up the rain.

 

There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul
Every time I think it’s gone away
Dark clouds gather, that old wind begins to blow
The sun’s going to shine someday I hope
There’s a spirit of a storm in my soul, in my soul.

 

Danny’s World: We Arrived Safely

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I have good news!  The beach is still here and it is well.  We arrived last night and being the party animal I am, I crashed out around 9:30.  But I was able to rise early and catch some walking time by the ocean.  Now my mind is purged and I’m ready to get sunburned!

Danny’s World: I Got A Feelin’, That Today’s Gonna Be A Good Day…

I love my neighborhood early in the morning.  The birds are chirping and the animals are getting things done before the heat hits in the afternoon.  The moon is still out and the humidity is low.  Oh, and did I mention we are leaving for the beach tomorrow night?!  I think it’s going to be a good day!

Danny’s World: I’m Dreaming of the Beach!

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Boulineau’s Grocer-Cherry Grove Beach, SC

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Evelina and I are leaving Thursday evening or Friday morning to go to the beach house for a couple of days.  There are 2 things to which I am looking forward: late evening walks on the beach and eating the best fried chicken ever!  There is a grocery store that has a cafeteria line and makes fresh, homemade fried chicken, meatloaf, fried okra, mashed potatoes.  I’m getting hungry just thinking about their food!

Danny’s World: One of the Characters From My Golfing Past

A while back I wrote a post called Life Lessons Learned at an Old Golf Course in which I talked about my youth growing up on a old, abused golf course called Sunset Hills.  That

Image result for sunset hills golf course charlotte ncpost is still one of my favorites and you should take a few minutes to read.  Anyway, one of the cast of characters was a guy who actually worked for one of our sister courses Paradise Valley Golf Course.

Paradise Valley was a short, 9-hole course located in the north part of Charlotte on what is now a shopping center.  It was a fun track and it was right across the street from UNC-Charlotte where I attended college so you can imagine my break between classes involved some golf.  And almost every time I went over to Paradise Valley or the range a familiar face was waiting: Robert Earl Maybin, Sr.  Or as I always called him…Bob.

Bob was a funny guy and to say he was a character is the understatement of the century. There isn’t a week goes by that I don’t think back on many things Bob would say.  At this time I was around 19 or so and Bob would have been in his mid-30s.  He was a portly fellow who wore a trimmed beard and smoked a pipe.  My memories of him involved him giving me advice or telling me a story while packing that pipe.  And the aroma was great.  I even remember the type of tobacco he smoked which was Captain Black!

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I worked with Bob until I left the golf course in 1998 and Bob would finally leave go back to selling cars.  Bob and I kept in touch and actually became golfing buddies.  We would play everywhere together.  I was a PGA Professional at that time so I could get us on some of the top tracks in North Carolina. We would ride, play, gamble and laugh; mostly me laughing at him.  Looking back on his stories, I don’t think Bob was trying to be funny, but I laughed anyway.  He was a good friend.

Bob eventually moved to Myrtle Beach which disrupted our golf, but I would still visit him every time I went to Cherry Grove Beach, which was only 30 minutes or so from his house.  We would meet at a little southern cooking joint called Magnolia on 26th and catch up.  And it was as if we had never missed a beat.

In 2010 I tried to get in touch with Bob via text but I never got a response.  I was afraid I knew why he wasn’t responding.  About 6 months of texting and I found out from a mutual friend that Bob had passed away.  It was tough to think that Bob had died and I wasn’t there at his funeral.  I’m not sure why he died, but suspect it was a heart attack.

My memories of Bob are vivid.  I wax nostalgic thinking back to those days at Sunset Hills gambling with him, learning about life and losing money.  I smile when I hear his voice in my memories and it makes me 20 years old again to envision seeing him unloading his clubs from the trunk of his Firebird as I pull up in a golf cart to meet him.

I miss my friend and always will.  RIP Robert Earl Maybin, Sr.  You meant more to me than I ever told you and I hope you knew it.