The 33rd Annual Kipper Dandy Fancy Lads Of Golf Memorial Tournament

L - R:  Kipper Dandy, Club Attendants & Caddy

Vincent felt honored to be assigned to the GK Regiment Regulars for the 33rd Kipper Dandy Fancy Lads of Golf Memorial Tournament. It was a verification that he had, "arrived" as a greenskeeper at The Club. The tournament is open to all A-Membership, first-born males, 11 years of age and under. Kipper, to the manor born, then bred and steeped in privilege, was a happy go lucky lad of 11 who tragically choked to death on an orange marmalade-slathered scone prior to his standing tee time one fine summer morning.

Is It Going To Rain Frogs, Or What?

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Vincent looked up from cutting a cup on #14 and felt his bowels stir a bit.

Raining animals is a rare meteorological phenomenon in which flightless animals "rain" from the sky. Such occurrences have been reported from many countries throughout history. One hypothesis offered to explain this phenomenon is that strong winds traveling over water sometimes pick up creatures such as fish or frogs, and carry them for up to several miles. However, this primary aspect of the phenomenon has never been witnessed or scientifically tested.

Sometimes the animals survive the fall, suggesting the animals are dropped shortly after extraction. Several witnesses of raining frogs describe the animals as startled, though healthy, and exhibiting relatively normal behavior shortly after the event. In some incidents, however, the animals are frozen to death or even completely encased in ice. There are examples where the product of the rain is not intact animals, but shredded body parts. Some cases occur just after storms having strong winds, especially during tornadoes.

However, there have been many unconfirmed cases in which rainfalls of animals have occurred in fair weather and in the absence of strong winds or waterspouts.

 

Triple Happiness Lucky Colorful Squirrel!

Vincent imagined, as he painted the boundary lines, painting one of the many frolicking squirrels on the course. The brightly painted squirrel would be known thereafter as, Triple Happiness Lucky Colorful Squirrel. Golfers would keep a lookout for the squirrel. The first golfer in a foursome or smaller group to spot it and exclaim, "TRIPLE HAPPINESS LUCKY COLORFUL SQUIRREL, " would have three strokes deducted from the gross total at the end of 18.

Tee Markers Skewed 3º Starboard & Angle Cut Skewed 7º Port Wreak Havoc With Golfers' Drives

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"It's downright subversive and subliminal," charged one irked 18-handicap member. "The grounds committee will look into the resolution of this matter immediately!" vowed another. "It's simply not fair play old boy," added yet another (20-handicap) as he changed the 9 volt battery in his nifty range finder. Better Club golfers just laughed at their sallies and remained unaffected, their games intact. 

Lack of power, that was Vincent's dilemma. Yet Vincent's ego hung on. He purposely set the tee markers imperceptibly aligned to the right after he had mowed lines just ever so slightly to the left. It was a potent obfuscation of golfer alignment that caused right handers to push their shots into the right glades and left handers to push their drives left into the reedy brook.  Double and triple bogeys, along with snowmen began to proliferate on the otherwise benign #14. And best of all, no one knew why. Except for Vincent. Vincent felt empowered.

Vincent thought, "Yes, there is a long period of reconstruction ahead."

"Pardon me, gentlemen, would you prefer, Refreshing Mist,™ or, Dawn's Early Rain™?

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On the third straight day of slow-way-down sun, heat and humidity, Vincent imagined , as he hand watered some new beds surrounding the new clubhouse, of ways to create additional work for himself to obtain the much-needed overtime. He thought, "On really hot days like this one, I could stand on top of the 30 foot rock ledge overlooking the #2 green and offer Club Members a refreshing misting of cool water from my hose as they putted below. It would be that little extra-special service that people of privilege would enjoy receiving and boast to their friends about." The idea came so readily to Vincent that he thought he may have fanned Turkish Pashas in another life.

Something Is Out Of Place...Can You Spot It & Correct It? Quickly?

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Vincent thought that the people attracted to greenskeeping work at The Club probably fit a certain profile (himself included). He also thought of, The New Colossus, a sonnet by Emma Lazarus, written in 1883 and, in 1903, engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the Statue of Liberty.

Perhaps Vincent would create an inscription for the staff's very own bronze break-room plaque: 

With silent lips. "Give me your anal retentive, your OCD,
Your persnickety fussbudgets yearning to control free."

Scorecard: You Could Be A Greenskeeper!

 10 Points  
If you saw that the 5th green & white cartpath boundary marker was crooked

+20 Points  
If you saw that the sandy area could be covered with loam and seeded.

+30 Points
 If you saw that the leave next to the 3rd green & white cartpath boundary marker needs to be picked up and disposed of properly.

+1,000 Points
If you saw the aforementioned three and took the initiative to sweep the cartpath and patch the crack in the hottop.

Pin Placements I Have Known & Loved: "Let's Go To The Beach, Shall We?"

Vincent loved going to Old Silver Beach on the Cape with his family when he was five. He really loved playing in the sand. Warm childhood memories were the inspiration behind this pin placement on #16. A Red Flag (front of the green) tight to the bunker before it, enticed players to hit a high lob in with a very high risk/reward ratio.

"ABSOLUTELY NO WAVY GRAVY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

One dewy morning, Vincent decided to put some curves in his cut as he made his first pass on #11. He wanted to explore patterns beyond the rigid straight lines and right angles that he usually rendered on his canvas (the green) before him. The Toro felt so compliant beneath him as he gently swept the wheel to the right and left, savoring the soft, velvety smoothness of the dense, firm bentgrass beneath him. It felt so exquisite. So sublime. So right.

Unbeknownst to Vincent, Hermann, the driven, ambitious and mercurial third assistant superintendent who did not share Vincent's passion for undulating cut aesthetics was watching the whole thing. On Vincent's turnaround, Hermann motioned Vincent over with the all the sour-faced admonishment of a very cross high school vice-principal. 

"ABSOLUTELY NO WAVY GRAVY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I NEVER LIKED HIS POLITICS AND I DON'T LIKE HIS INFLUENCE. NOT ON MY WATCH. NOT ON MY COURSE! DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER?"

Vincent nodded his assent, turned around the Toro, commenced to cut straight and smirked as he adjusted his imaginary red clown nose in the spirit of Wavy Gravy. A Ken Kesey line, You're either on the bus or off the bus, came to mind.

Vincent was definitely on it.

Wavy Gravy (born Hugh Nanton Romney) (born May 15, 1936) is an American entertainer and activist for peace, best known for his hippie appearance, personality and beliefs. His moniker (which is the name he uses on a day to day basis) was given to him by B.B. King at the Texas International Pop Festival in 1969. "It's worked pretty well through my life," he says, "except with telephone operators – I have to say 'Gravy, first initial W."Romney's clown persona resulted from his political activism. Frequently being arrested at demonstrations, he decided he would be less likely to be arrested if he dressed as a clown. "Clowns are safe," he said. He does, however, enjoy traditional clown activities such as jokes, magic tricks and entertaining children.Romney founded and co-founded several organizations, including Camp Winnarainbow, the Seva Foundation and the Hog Farm, an activist commune. He was also the official clown of the Grateful Dead and has two radio shows on Sirius Satellite Radio's Jam On station.A major film documentary on Wavy Gravy's life, Saint Misbehavin': The Wavy Gravy Story, was released in late 2010 by Ripple Effect Films. The film, directed by Michelle Esrick, received excellent reviews.

We Are The Dance

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Vincent really liked to hand mow greens, especially when they were covered with the morning dew. The mowing had an inherent rhythm, harmony and choreography that Vincent found enthralling. He envisioned a dance number in which four mowers and their charges danced across the green with a precison, grace and fluidity that was always present in the unity of all things. As he stood on the sixth green alone, with throttle in hand, Vincent could hear the fiddler and caller commencing the dance:

The Hand Mow Two Step

Pull it to start, till you hear her purr,
Walk to the green, you grass cuttin' cur.

Ace of Diamonds, Jack of Spades,
Walk your Toro, now promenade.

It's tourney time, double cut them fast
The rollers are waitin', and the dew won't last.

Grab your Toro, and keep it straight
now twirl with the left, don't hesitate.

Throttle up and engage goes down,
drop the front and go to town.

Promenade cut eight then nine,
ten, eleven, twelve you're doing fine.

Front side up, big foot down,
Grab your Toro and swing 'em round.

All the way over, back with pride
Cut straight lines and your bonafide.

Hand over hand and heel over heel
The faster you cut, the better you feel.

Honor your Toro, your turnaround too,
Now wave at the cutter across from you.

Hurry up cowboy, don't cut slow,
You won't go to heaven if you don't do so.

Promenade, it's off you go,
cut your greens Mister, before they grow.

Clean up right, twice around the ring,
While the roosters crow and the birdies sing.

Four red Toros promenade the ground,
Get back home, hose 'em all a round.

Gas 'em up, and put 'em away
We'll do it again the very next day.

Swayed By The Shiny Things Of Life?

All the other greenskeepers crowded around the whiteboard in the break room first thing at daybreak to see if they had won the use of the shiny new trailer hitch ball for the day based on their performance the day before.The  Club's Management felt the shiny chromed hitch ball incentive would boost productivity and  appeal to their crew's pride, cultural conditioning, historical genetic imprinting, work ethic and competitive inclination. The Club Management further sweetened the impetus by awarding  a t-shirt adorned with a photograph of the shiny trailer hitch ball and inscribed with, "I'm on the ball this month!"to the crew member who earned the most trailer hitch balls that month.

Vincent became passively aware of how his prevalent his ambitions were in all areas of his life. Vincent also wondered if someone would commit suicide if they failed to win the t-shirt.

The Ancient and Mysterious Power Of The Practice Range Golf Ball Pyramids

Solid Swing Mechanics or Alien Help?: Did the aliens introduce the Pharaohs to golf?​

It was purported that Titleist Range Balls struck from a pyramid set-up typically flew 20 yards further and 15 degrees straighter irrespective of the skill level of the golfer, thus instilling invaluable tournament confidence. Vincent thought the pyramid stuff was a whole lot of  bunk. However, it was Five-Ball time and Vincent thought it best to set up the range balls in the Five-Ball Tournament Pyramid Configuration as outlined in his personal operations manual.

Pyramid power refers to alleged supernatural or paranormal properties of the ancient Egyptian pyramids and objects of similar shape. With this power, model pyramids are said to make golf balls fly further,  preserve foods, sharpen or maintain the sharpness of razor blades, improve health (some people "were so energized that they could not cope with the dynamo effects they experienced", function "as a thought-form incubator," trigger sexual urges and cause other dramatic effects.The Pyramids continue to defy explanation.
   The word pyramid is made up of two parts - 'pyra' which means fire, and 'mid' which means in the middle. Pointed shapes with different bases are dynamic shapes and are supposed to be endowed with motivating and activating properties. According to researchers, the pyramid is the shape which resonates with cosmic energy, coming from the sun and outer space, to the earth."
   For over 4000 years scientists have been trying to solve the mystery though many theories have been developed. The shape of the pyramid is picture perfect and of pure mathematical perfection. But this very shape itself confounded researchers as it released hither to unknown forms of energy.
   These energy forms have direct effect on both animate and inanimate objects. Antonio Bovie of France observed in 1930 that a dead cat found in the King's chamber of the Great Pyramid did not decompose. Grain that is thousands of years old have been found in tombs that remained preserved. Bovie, who played to a 3-handicap, consistently drove golf balls, found in the King's chamber of the Great Pyramid, 30 yards further.
   Recent experiments conducted on small prototypes of Pyramids reveals that indeed there exists an unexplained phenomenon. Grapes kept in Pyramid for five weeks were dehydrated. Milk turned into Yogurt inside the pyramids. Vegetables remained fresh for a long period of time. Plants grown inside the pyramid grew faster and had better health and were free of pests.
   Personal experience of people also indicated the power. Individuals experienced better memory and high energy levels under a pyramid. Documented results showed higher alpha wave amplitude on people meditated inside a pyramid. Pyramid therapy becomes relevant in the above backdrop.

What If The Beach Boys Had Sung The Praises Of Mowing Rather Than Surfing?

"TURF'S UP!"
Vincent wondered, as he sat atop his Toro Greensmaster 3100, how different things would be if Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys had extolled the virtues of mowing golf courses instead of surfing California beaches. For starters, they would of had to call themselves the Turf Boys. It reminded Vincent of the progressive power, compounding daily, of cultural conditioning in his life. Was he aware, though?

Cut Some Turf

Don't be afraid to try the greatest sport around
Cut some turf, cut some turf
Everybody tries it once
Those who don't just have to put it down
Ooh wa ooh wa, ooh wa ooh wa

You drive out turn around and raise
And baby that's all there is to the greenskeeping craze
You gotta cut some turf and you're sittin' on top of the world
Ooh wa ooh wa, ooh wa ooh wa 

Not just a fad cause it's been going on so long
Cut some turf, cut some turf
All the cutters going strong
They said it wouldn't last too long
Ooh wa ooh wa, ooh wa ooh wa

They'll eat their words with a fork and spoon
And watch 'em they'll hit the road and all be mowin' soon
And when they cut some turf they'll be sittin' on top of the world
Ooh wa ooh wa, ooh wa ooh wa

So take a lesson from a top-notch mower boy
Cut some turf, cut some turf
Get yourself a Toro
But don't you treat it like a toy
Ooh wa ooh wa, ooh wa ooh wa

 Just get away from the beach surf
And baby go catch some rays on the sunny turf
And when you cut some turf you'll be sittin' on top of the world
Ooh wa ooh wa, ooh wa ooh wa 

Cut some turf and you'll be sittin' on top of the world
Ooh wa ooh wa, ooh wa ooh wa


The Way Of The Weave

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The other crew members marveled at Vincent's ingenuity in removing an unsightly pile of cedar branches he had pruned. Vincent was lopping and pole sawing a lot these days. In fact, the entire crew was preening and primping the course to perfection in preparation for The Club Cup, the annual tournament, in which valiant champions (a great bunch of swells)vied for the coveted cup. Vincent's hauling vehicle of choice, the Toro Workman, with its large payload capacity, was being repaired. And other hauling vehicles were in use. Vincent spied the unattended range picker cart and commandeered it for the good of The Club. Though its volume capacity was a third of the Toro Workman's, Vincent knew how to weave a "lazy man's load" so that he would have to make only one run to the dump. As the other crew members gathered round Vincent at the 9am break to hear how he, in one trip,  hauled the impossible load with the most improbable vehicle without spilling a single twig, Vincent proceeded to tell his wide-eyed listeners the story he entitled,  The Way Of The Weave. Vincent claimed that the spirit of Myron McDuff had appeared to him as he was pole sawing the Poison Sumac in the mushroom grove off #15. Myron McDuff was a Yiddish speaking greenskeeper of Scottish descent, who worked at a very prominent New England club in 1903 under the name Myr McDuff to circumvent anti-Semitic  barriers prevalent at that time. McDuff imparted centuries old weaving techniques that the Highlanders employed to thatch the roofs of their peat-walled cottages. Vincent swore that he never saw the entity of McDuff again, despite numerous returns to the mushroom grove. However, Vincent maintains that he is a better person as a result of his one and only encounter with Myron McDuff.

The Club Five Ball Is Like Other Clubs' Four Balls Only One Better

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Four Days, Five Balls. Valiant Champions Vie For Cash, Prizes & Appliances of Distinction! "Honey, don't wait up for me. I promise to win the avocado Krups 5-Speed Blender." 
In the go-go eighties, the governing board of The Club voted to change the format of the August 4-Day, Four Ball to a 4-Day Five Ball. It was believed by the youngest (under eighty) members that adding a fifth ball would give them a distinct advantage over other country clubs in the region. The fifth ball was an extra ball, awarded to one player according to an arcane formula based on the performance of each player on the previous hole. The formula was so complex that other clubs could not duplicate it and hence, were unable to offer a Five Ball to their members, assuring that the preeminence of The Club in the region would reign supreme.

When asked, "Why a Five Ball?" The Club President, Stewart Bidwell II replied, "Because six is too much and four is not enough."

In The Flash Of A Turtle

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The turtle arrived just at the right time. Or shall we say, "The turtle was where it was in space and time, Vincent just became aware of it. " Vincent looked into the turtle's eyes as he snapped a cell phone picture of it. The turtle looked into Vincent's eyes. In that moment, in a flash, Vincent felt the river that runs through it all. No words, concepts or concepts could define it.  Nor did they have to.

Sign Of The Times?

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5:07am: Route 114, Peabody, MA exit off of Route 1 South.. One minute to coffee. 20 minutes to The Club. Vincent found time useful to to know how long it would take him to get to work in the morning. Physical time has its utility. Psychological time has no value whatsoever and is detrimental. Vincent thought of J. Krishnamurti's talk: 

"Psychological time exists only when there is comparison, when there is a distance to be covered between 'what is' and 'what should be', which is the desire to become somebody or nobody, all that involves psychological time and the distance to be covered. So one says, is there a tomorrow, psychologically? And this you will not be able to answer. Is there tomorrow - 'tomorrow' having come into being because I have had a moment of complete freedom, a complete feeling of something, and it has gone. I would like to keep it, to make it last. Making it last is a form of greed. We struggle to achieve that thing again. All this is implied in psychological time. When you have some experience of joy, of pleasure or whatever it is, live it completely and do not demand that it should endure, because then you are caught in time."

Mower Sex

On Saturday mornings, Vincent was on "cut and go" detail. He'd arrive at 5:30am, double cut the back nine greens and be hosing down his Toro Triplex by 8:30am. His mount of choice was the older of the two Toros, the one with the distinctive trapezoid-shape steering wheel. Vincent thought of what a older paramour had once shared, "The older the sled, the sweeter the sliding." Vincent chuckled to himself, bowed to the Toro and asked, "May I have this dance?" before climbing on and  turning the key to feel the power and the purr of his partner beneath him. The old girl would give him a workout. That much he knew. The trapezoid wheel functioned via an older mechanical cable and pulley system that required more than a little muscle to turn. Vincent even snapped the cable one time when they were going at it hot and heavy on # 16. However, once he communicated what he wanted and got her straightlining on the greens (she prefers a firm hand and Vincent is cool with that), her performance was unwavering. He just hung on for the ride of his life. while she did all the work, happily. Vincent and machine were one. Afterwards, he gave her a cold water washdown, paying special attention to those hard to reach spots. He hand toweled her dry, fueled her tank, parked her in the cool shade of her bay, dropped her reels to rest and got off her, blowing her a kiss saying, "Until next Saturday morning, mon cheri."