Here is something interesting from George Cunningham --

People have no clue. No where. No way. No how.

We thought about this as we were watched a man put money in a parking meter.

People worry a lot about putting money in a parking meter. They want to put in just enough and not a dime more. What they don't think about is that the extra dime is the cheapest insurance they can buy. Without it, if they are gone a bit longer than they plan, they'll get a $35 ticket. But, they don't want to let go of that dime. These are the same folks who pay $3 for a cappuccino at Starbucks when they could go to a donut store and have a cup of Maxwell House and an apple fritter for half the cost. But when it comes to parking, they want that 10-cent piece to stay right where it belongs – in their pocket.

We understand folks like that. We are folks like that. The only question is why.

Why do we get nervous flying in airplanes, yet think nothing of driving 80 mph down the freeway, talking on a cell phone, and drinking a soda? Why do we worry about making more money, when we already have everything we want?

Why do we shower our kids with all they desire, then wonder why they grow up spoiled and self-centered? Why do we worry about getting old, when the only alternative is to die young? And why do we sneak looks at pretty girls, when the best thing that ever happened to us is sitting right by our side?

It's Cunningham's theory of relativity. P=NC3.

People have no clue. No where. No way. No how.

It has been a frustrating year with my golf. I still can hit the ball a mile, I can still hit a 3 iron 210 and stick the ball on the green... it is the chipping and putting getting me all the bad reps now.

Golf is mostly between the ears. My game is at the stage that fear has overcome my skill. Playing fear is not a good feeling.

Starting tomorrow, back to the range we go -- I have to find my game again.

I CAN'T AFFORD TO LOST CONTROL OF MY FOCUS.