observations from the road

I drove to the Masters, 600 miles each way... some things I now think I know:

There is a reason satellite radio is popular. Never heard so many radio preachers in my life.

Masters "patrons'' still make the rest of Fan Nation seem like a prison population. But civility there is taking a hit. People running, talking, leaving trash on the grounds. That never used to happen. Saw a lot of that this week. If Cliff Roberts were still alive, badges would be taken away and people would be executed.

(all you golf-is-not-a-sport heathens out there, please stop snickering, or I'll start making bad NASCAR jokes.)

Asheville is the best kept, small-city secret in America. Especially for those who like the mountains better than the beach. Like me.

If there was no rape in the Duke lacrosse case, how come they canceled the season? The Raleigh paper did a lengthy story Sunday, basically saying all the players were spoiled, preppy dopes who felt entitled to behave any way they pleased. And now, maybe they're innocent. Talk about rushing to judgment.

The only place I can listen to country music is in western NC. Though I'm starting to listen to Brooks and Dunn. If you're a country fan and think I might like something, lemme know what it is. My mind is often open.

I have a week to finish a book on Chad Johnson, so you might not be hearing from me much. Live big.