Snapshots

Don Grose
" Looking through some photographs
I found inside a drawer,
I was taken by a photograph of you.
There were one or two I noticed
you would liked a little more,
but they didn't show your spirit quite as true.

You were turning around to see who was behind you -
And I took your childish laughter by surprise -
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you,
there was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes.

Now the things that I remember
seem so distant and so small.
Though it hasn't really been that long a time.
What I was seeing wasn't really happening at all -
Although for a while our paths did seem to climb.

When you see through love's illusions,
there lies the danger.
And your perfect lover
just looks like a perfect fool,
So you go running off
in search of a perfect stranger,
And the loneliness seems to spring from your life,
like a fountain from a pool...

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of life.
You know the hollow sounds
of your own steps in flight.
You've had to hide sometimes,
but now you're alright.
And it's good to see your smiling face tonight.

Now for you and me it may not be
that hard to reach our dreams
But that magic feeling never seems to last.
And while the future's there for anyone to change,
Now you know it seems
It would be easier some times to change the past.

I'm just one or two years
and a couple of changes behind you.
In my lessons in life's pain
and heartaches too
Where if you feel too free
and you need something to remind you.
There's this loneliness
springing up from you life
Like a fountain from a pool.

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of life,
You've known that hollow sound,
of your own steps in flight
You've had to hide sometimes
but now you're alright
And it's good to see your smiling
face tonight..

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light,
You've known that hollow sound,
of your own steps in flight.
You've had to struggle,
and you've had to fight.
To keep understanding
and compassion in sight.
You could be laughing at me,
You've got the right.
Cuz you go on smiling,
so clear and so bright..."

Jackson Browne - Fountain of Sorrow

It's really good every once in a while to go back -
peel back the layers - uncover - smile at the
things that once made you smile - reach way back -
search - laugh at the things that once made you laugh -
feel the things that once made you feel - touch the
things you once lived to touch - breathe deeply -
feel with everything you have...taste, smell,
exhilerate....now rested and comfortable you are
in a better place to make today as good a memory
down the road as it can be...cherish the things
to be cherished and bring them with you -
sometimes the best just can't be found in a fountain.

Imagine how Wayne Gretzky must feel today...
What a year it's been for him. I'm sure most of us
look at the Gretzky's of the world and wonder what
it would be like ...now in the wake of his most
dismal failure he has nowhere to which to escape.
Frankly..so Canada didn't win a medal at the
Olympics. Canada's day of dominating world hockey
has come and gone. We love our hockey at a nation
but that simply is not enough. It's not Gretzky's
fault...it's not Pat Quinn's fault, it's not Hockey
Canada's fault...Canada doesn't have the population
to sustain supremacy in any athletic endeavor over
the longhaul...But there is no one to whom the sport
of hockey and hockey in Canada mean more than Wayne
Gretzky....Hockey Canada should begin chasing Gretzky
now to get him to commit to carry the banner the next
time we decide to enter the fray.
Having said all that I have to ask the question...was it
me or were the Swedes and Finns robotic in the way they
approached the game in the final ? It could very well be
that TV has ruined hockey..I think hockey is sport best
enjoyed on radio. One of my criticisms of the game before
the NHL lockout was how monotonous it had become. My love
of hockey stems from raucaus hits, daring, blitzing end
to end rushes and goals that were the results of nifty,
lightening fast, little dekes and howitzer - like shots.
I don't see those anymore...occasionally maybe..but nearly
as frequently as Foster Hewitt used to tell me they were
occuring. I conclude that I the sport I loved so well, is
one that existed solely in my imagination - thanks to
Hewitt and radio broadcasters of his time...what a
marvellous instrument for creating dreams and heroes...
Radio...if it were any better you'd need a prescription
to get it.
I'm excited about the rapidly approaching golf season.
In fact we're headed to Ottawa in April and I'm hoping that
some of the courses there might be open. I doubt it, but
they'll open here within a week or two of our return
so that's okay. I am absolutely convinced that this is
going to be the best season ever...
I've been working on a new logo for my radio program.
I once took a course in graphic arts..the only part of
this process that's been graphic has been my language
trying to get Powerpoint to understand what it is
I'm trying to accomplish..I will triumph..having said
that if...if anyone has any suggestion for what I can
do, graphically speaking, with,
" The Golf Shop Radio Program with Don Grose"
I'm very willing to entertain them.

Ben Hogan once said,

"One of the greatest pleasures in golf -
I can think of nothing that truly compares with it
unless it is watching a well played shot streak for
the flag - is the sensation a golfer experiences at
the instant he contacts the ball flush and
correctly."

Happy Trials