Hitting the links

My life consists of "kicks." One week I'm on this kick and the next I'm on something else. It's how I work. It's how I play. Right now, I'm on a golf kick. Well, a low budget golf kick. I've gone to the driving range twice this week and both times I've bought the smallest basket of balls. That's the good budget-conscious Scot coming out in me. But halfway through those plus/minus 50 balls, my golf kick kicks in! That's when I start to argue with myself.

"You know, it's only three dollars more for the medium basket."

"Yeah, but that's three dollars more!"

"But three dollars more would buy you at least a half hour more on the range."

"Hmmm, good point--but then that's a half hour more on the range, and you've already got the Wrights convinced that you're half-looney just being out here."

"Boy, excellent counter-point. But just think about how much your game will improve..."

And that's where I'm stuck. Pay to play and enjoy more or continue to prove that I'm a nim-wit that spends hours on the athletic equivalent of swatting gnats. I consider gnat-swatting a worth-while effort, and for those of who you feel less strongly about the activity, try hitting one straight, let alone far. It's pretty tough! That's why I need to buy more balls to work on my shot more! And...and...

Well, it doesn't matter--I'll have a new kick next week.

Random Pics on my Phone

Mrs. Wright and I went to look at a church today for the wedding. I forgot my Canon camera so I was stuck taking photos with my phone. While retrieving those photos, I came across some other photos of interest from here and there.

This first one was taken at a restaurant in downtown Boston. A group of us had walked there after seeing some movie at the Boston Common Theater. Susan Burger and I decided to play "Throw the onion ring around the ketchup bottle," a classic children's game. By the end, we decided to decorate it for our waitress--she was not so impressed.


This next one is amazing. While driving my old car from Kansas to Boston, I stopped for a couple of nights in my old hometown, Walton, NY. I stayed at the parsonage, my old house. Brad Johnson, the current pastor, gave me a tour of the place. Much had changed. But one thing hadn't--recognize that material around the beam? That's the stuff boys (or Justin Finley boys) are made of--duct tape. It has remained intact from when our basketball hoop used to be there 15 years ago! I was astounded. The memories flooded back when I saw that. I was giddy.


I intentionally planned to stay in Walton over the Sabbath so I could go to church there. I took the chance to take a picture of the stained glass window where my dad's pastorate in Walton is remembered.


Ahhhhh! Actually, it's alright. This was Thanksgiving 2007 at the Howes' in Providence and Daniel was letting us shoot his air pistol at paper targets in his basement. Turns out the Wright women are better shots than the men. Mrs. Wright is shooting while Daniel (in the midst of his Hispanic phase) looked on, as many a fine Kansas newspaper would say.


Faith's kindergarten graduation!


So, there you have it. A random collection of events in my life over the past year-and-a-half captured on a camera phone. Toodles!

On the back deck

This week I went to Sunnyvale, Cali., for a meeting at Lockheed Martin. I arrived home late last night, went to bed and got up late--real late. I didn't have anything planned for today so I watched some college football and then started playing around with my camera. My mission was to use the manual settings and focus.











I'll hopefully have pictures up of my trip to CA in the next few days. Take care all.