Robby injured his arm at his high school soccer match in Klamath Falls Saturday so couldn’t play golf Sunday with us at Running Y. So he took the photos. Our BHM Youth Golf Team has several players with good swings. The following photos contrast theirs with mine:

Pretty funny huh! I didn’t know I had an old man’s swing. In my head I pictured my swing being something like theirs.

I intend to correct my swing quickly, using a video camera we have at the golf club that will show me the way to develop better form. I’ve also been swimming the last couple of weeks to loosen up my back muscles. This swing is just too terrible.

Following is a shot from the tee box on one of the holes on the “back 9.’ Those people on the green are more than 400 yards away.

My father, Walter Duffy, owned the first television in my old South Boston neighborhood, and this trip to Boston I retrieved that 6.5-inch-screen TV. My earliest memories of it are from about age 7 when many of the neighborhood men would gather at our apartment in Old Harbor Village Project to watch the Wednesday night fights. The grownups drank beer and cheered pretty much like I did the other night when the Celtics beat the Clippers at the Garden. My father was an electronics tinkerer so it was only natural he got the first TV in our poor Irish neighborhood. What a treat for the neighborhood men back then.

I’ve been having a great time in Boston, even though the hotel pool has the wrong chemical mix so my skin is about as red as the lobster I ate at Legal Seafoods today. My back muscles are tightening up too so I spend about an hour a day stretching so I can walk around and see the sites. Lots of inspiring history here about courageous and determined citizens who risked everything to win their freedom from a tyrannical government.

Following are some photos I’ve taken.

We spent a few hours at North Topsail Beach about 20 miles away. The water was about 75 degrees, compared to our beach in Oregon which stays in the mid-40s so this was a marvelous surprise for us. The kids swam and built a big sand castle.

It was lots of fun until I discovered my sunburnt feet when we got back in the car.

We’re just kicking back, mowing the lawn, and helping Erik and Annie get ready for their eventual move back to Oregon. Annie sorted through boxes of clothes she’ll give to the local Good Will store.

Although this climate is hot and humid, it’s better than the incredible 113-degree desert heat at the 29 Palms Marine Corps training area. You can at least go outside for a walk here.

Erik was home for two days and had to go right back out in the field for training for the remainder of our trip. These Marine Corps families sacrifice a lot for their country.