because you’ve got to
a desperate solution
that was imperfect
Adapted from the article, The Masters: A Gesundheit Unlike Any Other By Alan Blinder where writes:
Greg Norman, who spent 331 weeks as the world’s top-ranked player, recalled last month that he would load up on anti-allergy medicines. It was, he said, a desperate solution that was decidedly imperfect.
“That doesn’t really make you feel great either,” said Mr. Norman, who had three runner-up finishes at the Masters and twice won the British Open. “You do it because you’ve got to, really.
Moving to the south, no one told me.
Moving to the south, no one warned me.
Moving to the south, I had no idea.
Springtime came.
Springtime came and the air filled with green dust.
In my eyes.
In my throat.
In my nose.
On me.
On my car.
I have this strong memory of using my laptop with the window open to let in the warm spring air and watch in … horror … as the electro static nature of my monitor drew the dust out of the air to cover it surface.
I wiped and wiped and wiped and the screen got darker and darker.
This, I realized, is inside.
This, I realized is in my lungs.
Then I moved further south.
Atlanta is now ‘Up North’.
And the springtime pollen season lasts longer.
I can’t breathe.
My eyes itch.
I feel cruddy.
Which is appropriate as down here its called ‘The Low Country Crud.’
It’s a way of life.
Nobody told me.
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