Barely got the round in before dark.

MW - 107 (57,50) 7 skins

DH -111 (60,51) 8 skins

RE - 115 (59,56) 3 skins

I am not proud.

Getting dark

It is even darker under the tree Don hit.

Heading home on 18

Don hits it to 16 feet on 13

I hit it to 10 feet

Out of jail

Out of the trap on 14

I was distracted by the deer on the next fairway.

Gobblers on the fairway

If you hit em, you get to take them home and eat them.

At the turn

MW 57
RE 59
DH 60

I am not proud.

Roy tees off on 9

With the San Andreas fault in the background

Roy tees off on 6

to the middle of the fairway.

Roy out of the trap on 5

NOT.

Don tees off on 4

into the woods on the right

Roy tees off on 2

after I sank a 20 footer for bogey and the skin on one.

FW: Live blogging Crystal Springs.

Don, Roy, me.

At the Waterbar

The Waterbar got some press in the Chron and we thought we'd check it out before a movie. Just doing our part to stimulate the economy. Happy hour $1 oysters and a specialty drink "A Spa in Cabo" - Tequilla, Lime and Cucumber. Good view, good drink, good oysters. What's not to like?

A night at the Theater

At the opening night of the San Francisco run.

Updated: 20-Feb-09
The show was reviewed in the Chronicle this morning:

Theater review: 'Souvenir' strikes a chord

David Wiegand, Chronicle Staff Writer

Souvenir: A Fantasia on the Life of Florence Foster Jenkins: Starring Judy Kaye and Donald Corren. By Stephen Temperley, directed by Vivian Matalon.

"Temperley's play is as much about Jenkins' long-suffering but loyal accompanist, Cosme McMoon, as it is about the lady herself. The play opens in 1964, 20 years after Jenkins' death, and McMoon is working the ivories at a New York piano bar. Soon enough, we're transported back to 1932, when he agrees to work with the tone-deaf Jenkins for one recital, just to pay the rent. He stays with her for 12 years. He has tried to suggest that "some of the notes are not quite ... secure," but Jenkins hears only what she wants to hear, in more ways than one. Have I mentioned that at the enormous heart of this whole enterprise is a bravura performance by Tony winner Judy Kaye..."

A very enjoyable night of theater, but I think Wiegand mostly missed it in the review. There is a bit of playwright sleight of hand going on here. The key performance of the play is indeed delivered by Judy Kaye. The title of the play points to her character - Florence Foster Jenkins. But the play itself is all about Cosme McMoon, who never leaves the stage, and almost never leaves his bench at the piano. While the audience is entertained by the comedic spectacle of Kaye's Florence, it is Cosme who wrestles with his dreams and ambition, learns, adapts, evolves, and accepts the triumph that life offers him.

Grand Cafe

Boodles Martini straight up, before the theater.

Rainbows and Alcatraz

There was a break in the rain and a nice double rainbow in the bay. It only lasted about 10 minutes. The pot of gold is out of reach at the bottom of the bay.

Ice spearing/fishing follow-up

I received a couple of e-mails prompted by this blog's recent focus on ice fishing/spearing and offering interesting and relevant links:

The New York Times explores the allure of Ice Spearing (from HDW) .

In a Dark Shack Luring Pike, Spear at Ready
By GREG BREINING
January 30, 2009

"USING a folding ice saw and a chisel, Mike Holmes had carved a precise rectangle — 3 feet by 6 feet — through the ice of Lake Mary, in the rural woodlands near Crystal Falls on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Then he dragged his windowless “darkhouse” over the hole to block the daylight.

Inside, something magical happened. Sunlight penetrating the frozen lake lit the hole with a hypnotic glow. It was seductive and beautiful, nature’s flat-screen TV, a mesmerizing window to life and death beneath the ice.

Mr. Holmes sat on a steel chair and peered into the hole, his face bathed in soft green light. He yanked a length of fishing line tethered to a fish decoy. Carved from cedar, it was 15 inches long and painted to resemble a whitefish. With each tug, the decoy swam up and forward, circling out of sight, far beneath the ice. Moments later it would reappear, fluttering in dying spirals until it came to rest at the end of the line. There it hovered, looking just like a large, luminous baitfish. Propped next to the hole was a heavy spear, its seven steel tines ground to gleaming points.

Spearing is a primitive form of fishing. Hook-and-line anglers, guided by G.P.S., cruise to fishing holes in candy-flake-colored boats with 200-horsepower outboards, electronic fish finders, even underwater cameras. But technology hasn’t modified the equation of darkhouse spearing. “It hasn’t changed to this day,” Mr. Holmes said. “You have a spear, you have a decoy, you have a hut.” Spearing remains as it always has been, a game of deception and patience in which your attention can never waver. It is less fishing than hunting...."

And a cautionary video on the perils of ice fishing (from nephew Brian).