I stayed away from those picnics. My loss.
Replying to @TomAndreaPR
Thank you, Tom! The artificial turf permitted the architects to route it while keeping as many trees standing as possible. It reminded me a bit of that campground that used to host the UTC company picnics, actually.
Tim, one of the prettiest courses you’ve ever posted about
THE MATCHBOX AT TOBACCO ROAD
Sanford, N.C.
Carlton & Marshall, 2026
$75
Course #730
An intriguing effort to capture some of the panache of Strantz’s masterpiece in the form of a wacky walk through the pines with wedge & putter. Massive slopes. Very fast & firm artificial greens.
Wow, guess you didn’t win Best Sense of Humor in high school. Or college. My comment was an insult. Get it? Read your own caption again.
Replying to @TomAndreaPR
No, just an Italian who actually lived it. Why does sharing my own childhood requires credentials?
I couldn’t watch. Another blown game?!? Phew.
Who are you, Professor of Growing Up Italian?
If you grew up in an Italian family, you learned pretty friggin early that being insulted and being loved were often the same thing.
These people could insult you, feed you, give you advice you never asked for, and tell you they loved you. All in the same friggin conversation.
Nobody needed therapy afterward. Nobody held a grudge for six months. And nobody was confused about where they stood.
You knew who loved you, who couldn't stand you, and who was only being nice because your mother was in the room.
And somehow, we all survived.
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She stood naked among hundreds of other women, waiting for death. The heavy iron doors slammed shut. During the freezing winter of 1944, Gena Turgel found herself inside a gas chamber at Auschwitz-Birkenau, waiting for the Zyklon B gas. Minutes passed in complete darkness. Women whispered prayers and quietly cried. But the gas never arrived. When the guards finally opened the doors, they were stunned to find that the women were still alive. Gena walked out on her own feet. Years later she said simply, “God must have protected me.”
She was later transferred to Bergen-Belsen. It was there that she encountered Anne Frank, who was gravely ill with typhus. Despite the danger, Gena brought her water, washed her face, and held her hand. Anne died just weeks before the camp was liberated. Gena later recalled, “Her eyes, they were screaming.”
On April 15, 1945, British troops liberated Bergen-Belsen. Amid the devastation Gena met Norman Turgel, a British intelligence officer. Six months later they were married. Her wedding dress was made entirely from the silk of a British Army parachute. The dress is now preserved at the Imperial War Museum in London.
Gena Turgel lived to the age of ninety-five and became a respected voice in Holocaust education. For decades she visited schools and spoke about what she had endured, without allowing hatred to define her message. She wanted future generations to understand the importance of compassion and respect. Her life had taken her through unimaginable loss, yet she continued to speak about the value of kindness.
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The feast of St. John Paul II is celebrated on October 22 because it marks the anniversary of the inauguration of his pontificate in 1978.
On October 22, 1978, he celebrated the Mass inaugurating his ministry as Pope, delivering his famous appeal to the world:
“Be not afraid! Open wide the doors for Christ!”
He was elected Pope on October 16, 1978, but the Church chose October 22 as his liturgical memorial to commemorate the beginning of his papal ministry.
St. John Paul II was canonized by Pope Francis on April 27, 2014, Divine Mercy Sunday.
🙏 October 22 is therefore a day to remember his extraordinary pontificate and his call to the world to open its heart to Christ.
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When my grandparents came here from Italy, nobody was kissing their asses trying to make them comfortable.
There was no “press 2 for Italian.” No expectation that the cashier, bank teller, or guy at the DMV spoke Italian. And they sure as fck didn’t demand it.
They learned English, worked their asses off, raised their families, and became proud Americans. They never forgot their roots, but they understood something we’ve apparently forgotten.
They came to America. America didn’t come to them.
Now expecting people to learn English is somehow controversial?
Give me a friggin break.
Be proud of your heritage. Speak whatever language you want at home. But don’t expect an entire country to adapt to you.
My grandparents came here to become Americans, not to turn America into Italy.
And I refuse to apologize for believing that still matters.
Night after night, the sunsets in CT have been breathtaking. God bless September and October.
No Great Pumpkin sighting, but the sunset was kind of pretty.
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