Speaking of Rain... Monster Puddles!
With all this talk of rain, 4.35” in the last 24hrs, one curious reader has emailed about his fascination with oversized super monster puddles. He then asks, where are the biggest puddles in town and what are the best corners to watch people drive through them? Some examples of good puddles include: N. 21st/I & Steele – good depth & high traffic. Dock St @ ~ S. 11th – long sheet puddle that you must slow down for or hydroplane.
Some of you have way too much time on your hands…
Send pictures!
9 comments
Y Yman March 17, 2009
Hey Dan,
You can borrow my left handed clubs whenever. I never use them. Fire me a call. Peace.
T Tk March 17, 2009
What’s funny is I don’t know ANYTHING, other than women, that drives a man to the bottle faster than golf.
Good luck and enjoy the walk.
T Thorax O'Tool March 17, 2009
They have a driving range at Tall Firs over on Tyler between Center and 56th… that’s my kind of golf.
M michael buchanan March 17, 2009
Good luck on the sobriety. I gave up drinking 33 years ago. One of my better decisions, difficult at first, but it gets easier. I had three reasons probably in this order, a religious conversion that teaches sobriety (I am a Morman), my own behavior and a family history that gave me reason to quit. Not being hungover makes the effort worthwhile. Stick with it. About the golf, you must have more patience than me. That small white ball is too hard to hit!
M Mofo from the Hood March 17, 2009
“So, a week into being a soberite”
For a split second I thought I read the word sodomite.
S Soeleventh Tacomaave March 19, 2009
Mofo, you wish.
M Mofo from the Hood March 21, 2009
I always have to remind myself before reading Mr. Blue’s works that I’m reading postmodernist literature. Mr. Blue often invents words.
Do I wish that Mr. Blue had chosen to become a sodomite? No. That would make a boring story.
The fact that Mr. Blue has decided to give up liquor, if it was a problem, is a decision and action that requires inner strength and discipline. I wish Mr. Blue a healthy and long life.
As for golf, I started to play back in High School. My friends and I would usually head over to the Highlands, a short 9 in the north end of Tacoma. After we would play past the course lined houses that had big glass doors and windows, the game for me kind of lost its edge.
M Mofo from the Hood March 22, 2009
Here were a decent, godless people.
Their only monument, the asphalt road and a thousand lost golf balls.
–Epitaph for our materialistic generation by poet T.S. Elliot.
R RR Anderson March 22, 2009
I hear there is a good course up at lake cushman