I guess we celebrated Memorial Day yesterday.
Golf in the morning (I played my usual game, I sucked arse

but I didn't lose any balls (net, I lost three, found three).
After a wonderful lunch of pork roast and all the trimmings, my father, his cousin, and I went fishing at what used to be my grandfathers pond. Fishing was slow, the only bites I got were the damn flies. The wind was howling at 35mph with gusts to 45. Smoked a Padron 4000 while fishing. While it may seem like I am disappointed, I am not. Fishing is a Zen thing, even if you don't do well, well, you went fishing. To me just that act is a healing, relaxing, comforting experience, kinda like sex :sign:
After we decided that fishing was a lost cause we retired to Dad's house for a Siglo V and a spot of Glenfiddish Solara Reserve. Wonderful combination!
A supper of cold cuts and salad brought the day to a close as I had to travel back home.
On a scale of 1 to 10, an 11.