Land of 10,000 To-Do’s
With everything in the office now tightly packed up in cardboard containers, there is a haunting reverb that echoes throughout. Every tap of the keyboard and phone conversation bounces around the room like a superball.

Tried to see Ted Nugent Friday night but arrived at RibFest too late. Apparently, the Harriet Island sound ordinances demand that concerts be wrapped up by 10PM. Bummer. Instead we went to Mancinis Char House to chill with the classy toupee crowd and drink strong cocktails. I’m glad I got to that establishment before I left.

Yesterday there was a golf outing that was punctuated by a guy almost dying in my arms. Seriously, I’ve had two 911 calls in the last two weeks! It’s getting weird around these parts. Yesterday’s near miss came while I was trying to reserve a golf cart in the club house. This guy burst through the door, ran up to me with crazy blood shot eyes and said that someone had better call 911 because he had just been stung by a bee. I sat him down in a chair close by and he immediately began scratching every part of his body. It was like something straight out of a 70’s horror movie. If I was in that movie, I probably would have slapped him and yelled, “Get a hold of yourself man!”. But I didn’t. He started to go into shock and at that point there were other people gathering around. I yelled at the guy behind the golf counter to make an announcement over the P.A. to see if anyone had an Epipen but he said there was no P.A. Damn. The guy, now lying on the floor, began to really swell up. His tongue was not fitting very nicely inside his mouth. I left him there with other folks and ran up and down the driving range line trying to see if anyone had an Epipen on them. No one did. Just as I got back to the club house the Paramedics were pulling up. I opened the door for them, thinking they would fly out the truck and come running in…but Nooooo. These guys were on like super leisure slow-mo mode. Honestly, it was as if they were trying to take as much time as possible.

That’s the last I saw of the show as I was already 10 minutes late for my tee-time and I had to be off. When we got done with the round I asked the people in the club house what happened to the guy and they said he was fine as soon as the paramedics administered the right shot too him. They also said that the guy had said this had happened to him before. WTF? So the guy was aware he was allergic to bees and was golfing without an Epipen at the height of bee season? That’s just really REALLY dumb.