Silver spaceship…

I went to ‘be’ at the 1st tee of the Fraserview golf course as part of my re-search on the course of LIFE…

As I approached the green a foursome rolled past me…

The last individual,

an Ismaili man in his late sixties,

noticed the books I was carrying and inquired into the absence of my clubs…

I said,

I’m going to start playing by watching…

He said,

YOU must apply yourself to the game…

I said,

I will…

after I spend some time activating my prior knowledge…

At that point he took off his mirrored sunglasses and looked at me,

sideways,

and subjectively,

with a knowing smile…

Just like he remembered when we used to play together on St. Andrews,

in kilts,

back in the 15th or 16th century…

I told my daughter, Starshine about this over linguine and spot prawns…

She asked,

Weren’t you scared???!!!

to say things like that???!!!

I said,

No,

for the first time in a long time I wasn’t…

Something in me knew that he would understand what I was pointing at,

or I wouldn’t have said it…

And I didn’t rehearse,

it just came out…

And then Starshine said,

I don’t know why I’m scared to talk about those things…

The most dis-connected people get it at some level…

Even Papa knows…

Night has always pushed up day...