Sunday, April 5, 2015

Observation...





The homestead is threatened and the dream is a freefall to a nightmare… no sale pending and the price of staying on the lowering ship has found most off to lifeboats elsewhere.  I think wishing has been replaced with preparation- the 11th hour of interest seems to have slayed any interested party- whether it’s the County or the Owner or Rod Serling, the place ain’t selling.  The same faces grace the fairways and the occasional tournament bringing back a nostalgic view when things were busy and the pro shop rife with choices and sales.  One can’t help but hope, it’s a beautiful venue… it’s incredible no one has stepped up.  No way should the geese out numbers the golfers… I bought into an idea, not knowing it would only be a dream…  I practice moving on but I resist anything that smacks of coercion, a Bronx ethic I suspect. October looms in my head; like Sonny on the Causeway…

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