The Trail Goes Somewhere, Maybe

Some people may say that if you have nothing to write, then don’t write anything. Where’s the fun in that? I’ll just start typing and maybe an idea will come to me. If not, I’ll show you some neat photos of our trip to the Smoky Mountains.

Hugh Freeze. Good grief. Hugh Freeze made enough money to buy his own cell phone and pay for a cell phone plan. He didn’t need to use his employer’s phone to call an escort service, but he did, apparently. Was it the governor of South Carolina that was using his state issued cell phone to call his mistress in Brazil, or Argentina, or somewhere?

I understand why they do it, but it’s fascinating to me that companies and employers give the highest wage earners things for free. Movie stars don’t need free lipstick or suits or jewelry. Coaches in the SEC can afford cell phones and cars. People who can afford to buy whatever they want just get stuff handed to them for free. I know that stars and coaches are in the spotlight and it’s a way to advertise a product for free to millions of people on the cheap, but it’s still interesting to me.

Several years ago, a friend was telling me a story about a friend of his that had signed an endorsement deal with Titleist. He was a young player, not even on the Hooters Tour or whatever it was called back then, but he somehow got a deal with Titleist. About once a month, he received a shipment of golf balls and hats from Titleist. He was a young kid who wasn’t making any money playing golf, so – even though he gave away most of the hats because he received too many to possibly wear – the free stuff came in useful to him, but imagine what Jordan Speith’s monthly loot looks like. Does he get a free Rolex before every major tournament? I don’t know. It wouldn’t surprise me if he did.

On a different note, we spent a few days last week in the Smoky Mountains. Summer has, traditionally, been beach season for us, but we haven’t been able to get our act together this year – and the place where we’ve been going for about 20 years has now been discovered by the masses and the rates are really kind of stupid. So, we headed north to the cool, natural canopies of the Smoky Mountains.

The wooden footbridge. Kind of fun, but not really for the faint of heart.
A different view of the bridge from the little swimming below it.
The Willoughbys saw a bear. Two of them, actually, but this was the best picture. Photo Credit: Kip Willoughby
Found an old rock wall, Jim.
Jack went to the Cubs @ Braves game last Monday with my dad. Here he is, trying to get Jon Lester’s autograph. He wasn’t successful, but he had a great time!

That’s it. Back to The Open for me. Have a great weekend!