After the divorce, I directed most of my efforts and time to my job. I always worked a sixty hour week that included, on average, three night meetings a week. That is not necessarily a healthy thing to do. Some of my friends encouraged me to go out more. Socialize and have some fun. Make new friends. Get involved. Take some courses. It took some time for their advice to sink in.
About five miles from my home is a two-year State University of New York Agricultural and Technical College. I was on three of their advisory boards for a period of time and I knew mini courses were offered to the general public. Following my friend’s advice, I decided these mini courses were something I could so that I could get out and about.
My first course was all about golf. Now I never could figure this game out. What is so much fun about hitting a little white ball as hard and as far as you can to get it into a hole in the ground? And after many tries with a hand-held device called a golf club, after you still can’t get that stupid ball in the hole, you fling the club as far as you can, shouting expletives and profanities. I don’t get it. And why do they call it a golf club? Maybe it’s because golfers club the ground in frustration. And if they get that frustrated, why do they even attempt to play the game? Is this really a game? Chess or cards are games. Maybe it should be called a golf challenge.
Tennis was next on my list of fun things to do. Here’s another game or sport or whatever you call it that seems stupid.
Again the goal is to hit a ball, this time much bigger than that little golf ball, and to hit it with a hand-held device called a racket. I understand the strings were once made from cat intestines. Now I’m a lover of cats, and I find it repulsive to try to hit a ball with the remains of a dead cat!
Well, at least I tried it but I found it was a pain. It was a pain in my elbow that lasted almost three months. My doctor said it was tennis elbow. It takes a doctor to discover that?
The next mini course was a come on. And I really did come on to the tune of tens of thousands of dollars over a twenty year period. It was titled: Learn to Fly!
It was really an introduction to flight dynamics — i.e., how does this machine manage to stay in the air? It does have wings and an engine but there’s got to be more to it than that. So here is my interpretation of what the instructor took six weeks to teach: