Let the madness begin. Even though I no longer follow sports closely, I missed not being involved in a NCAA pool last season. Fortunately, ESPN is running a free one. My finals prediction is unimaginative: Florida (two-time champ) vs. Louisville (defending champ), with the Gators squeaking by, 67-65. I don’t expect to do well. I haven’t watched a single minute of college basketball, although I read about it daily in the newspaper and online. There are a lot of people out there who study the game religiously. With nothing to lose, why not take a shot? I don't even know what prizes are offered. Gift certificates that would allow me to buy copies of my own books would be peachy.
I had a bizarre dream last night. A poor woman shot 400 in an 18-hole round of golf. Most of the damage was incurred on a particular hole in which she hit ball after ball into a water hazard. I’m not sure, but I think it was Laura Bush. I have no idea how to interpret it other than the rules of the game should not apply rigidly to casual players. The real question is why I would even bother to address something like that in my sleep. As much as I love playing golf, I play only half as much as I used to and it has fallen precipitously on my list of priorities. I don’t think the dream was political in nature. The only issue I remember the First Lady, a former teacher, speaking up about was education. She was an advocate for higher spending, which studies have shown has nothing to do with positive results. Maybe that was the crux of the dream, which seems odd because I believe the biggest problem schools face is the dearth of two-parent households, and money can’t fix that. Because of this belief, I pass on any article on education.
The madness did not pay off today, even counting the dollar bill that came rolling along the sidewalk in the wind with no owner in sight. I did not even sell any Russian books. Passersby complained that it is still cold. If there were no sales, at least there were highlights. My most faithful customer, Marie, got to meet Political Man. He treated her to a non-stop rant that had us both chuckling after he left. I mentioned the article that said blacks are moving back south, and PM insisted Dixie is still racist territory. Anyway, my thanks to the FED-EX guy, who donated six paperbacks, although he was frustrated at how long it took him to find parking. "That's Brooklyn," I said, eliciting a laugh and a "God bless you."
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