flash. came from ten shots back and won club championship with a 66 the top man shot 78 and I won by two shots and did not even know it. right now I am in a state of shock as I didnt know it till I came in from the last hole. will go in to detail when I calm down .I am freakin. d

To all my interested followers and the others who are lurking in the woods. The three day golf event covering three weeks was officially over with none other then yours truly winning by two shots. It appeared in the wall street journal. the New York Times and my favorite Mad magazine. Upon interviewing the other donald a question was asked to whom does he owe this great achievement. His reply was to all his faithful followers and posse members…an to who dr. donald do you now give this wealth too that you have won. Lets see how much…two million to the first place winner. ummmmmmmmm thats a tough one said moi. I will spread the wealth around to those who need it most. the rest I ll donate to the lost virgins of the woodlands of Maine who play golf for fun but are down on their luck. I smiled for the cameras as they were everywhere. Tiger woods himself shook my hand..The great arnold palmer was there as were three wardens from the local lunatic asylum who promply arrested me and hauled me away. get me out of here. d.

More From the Other Donald

As all my posse knows. the other donald is entering into round two of this three week golf championship. At the last update moi was six shots back and currently in third place. I have practiced on the same course where the contest is to be held each day. Currently I have been working on getting a decent shot off the tee. I mentioned how nervous I was but feel maybe if I showed up bombed I would not be nervous..kidding gang. Anyway already I feel the pressure of failure. To counteract this I have attempted to pursue hypnosis. valium like valerian stuff. now that aint on the pipe but close. I have tried deep breathing but passed out from lack of oxygen. I have ingaged a mental guidance counselor in the field of golf expertise. In essence the mental game is now on the table for me. The 19 other players are shakey health wise and the one guy in the wheel chair..shhhhhhhhh. I let some air out of his tires so maybe thats cheating but heck every little bit helps. I also switched glasses on one guy so his glasses now look like coke bottles. I tried flattening the golf carts but they were made of solid rubber so no good there. One guy I even offered to take to hooters but he was not interested. In fact he thought I was making a play for him. Anyway. posse..stay tuned for more. d.

To all my anxiously awaiting homeys who are on edge as to my golf tourney today and to the others who could care less but will get the update anyway. see big d..plays no favorites you all shall suffer from the next update which will be coming your way shortly when I recover from almost a meltdown but ah gang there is hope .your gonna freak. d.

As members of my special posse, everyone know Donaldo speaks the truth. that is when he is not on the zen..anyway as we all know this week is bike week in Daytona beach. Check out on google daytona beach web cam and you will see the real deal.

Anyway Donaldo is in Daytona with his fired up eleven hundred c.c. Suzuki motorcycle with its saddle bags. chrome tailpipes and most of all moi . in his two toned black leather outfit..no whip this time. anyway when Bush was running for president against Al Gore, Donaldo was tooling along Interstate four outside of Orlando blasting over to bike week. All was well. that is until all traffic just simply stopped.

What the f…whispers moi. Thats it and off to the shoulder of the road I go. driving eight miles praying to mounties catch me.. RIght to the front of the jam up drives I and lo and behold..who is the problem..Al Gore there to debate Bush in the election. the cops and all were in the front of his car which stopped for a tire problem. Holy batman says I its Al..He was standing
right next to me as the pollllice held all the traffic back. In the limo he goes and off they go and off goes moi all the way for forty miles into Daytona. And that boys and girls is how Donaldo met Al. Gore.

later.d

Al Gore, positioning himself between Daytona Beach and a Hurricane!

Reuters: Other Donald visited a local nursing home over the Christmas break, bringing along his banjo for impromptu performances. Unfortunately he was mistaken for a resident and kept in the home against his will overnight.

“Crazy old guy with a banjo, what would you have thought?” said one nursing home aide. The aide also mentioned that the home was thinking about having him transferred to a local psychiatric hospital the next day, when the confusion was straightened out. “I don’t know how guys like that are let out on the street,” the aide said.

Flagler Beach

Before I really can address my surfing experience in the Daytona beach area. (also Flagler Beach. Ormond Beach etc.) I must first introduce the members of the posse that accompanied me.

First of all we have myself…

Name: The (Other) Donald
Height: Six feet tall
Weight: one seventy
Fast facts: going through mid life crisis number six. That is thinks he can but in essence nottttttttt.
Mental stability: questionable.
Cash flow: positive.
Fear level: lunatic with capacity to try anything no matter what the outcome.

Next :

Name: T. P. Mclaughlin..
Fast facts: tall good looking dude. full set of hair and even has teeth. lethal on the golf course. powerful warrrior say some. women that is..
Mental stability: questionable. some say was in movie Brokeback Mountain.
Cash flow: broke as always. picks up aluminum cans on highway to buy golf balls with.
Favorite hobby: watching the wall street stock quotes.

last of posse…

Name: Bobby Mclaughin.
Fast Facts: voted in high school least likely to succeed…thought to be a character in movie called Deliverance..also war hero serving in Viet Nam for two tours.
Favorite hobby: sleeping in tents for weeks on end.

So the posse arrives in Daytona where we have use of condo overlooking the wild Atlantic ocean as tropical storm Noel appears causing twenty foot waves and then some. Terry and moi don our wet suits and off we go. Bob can’t find a big enough wet suit, so he declines to go. The surf is up and I mean wow. No surfers in sight as they too are scared to go. Instead Terr and me pick out our boogie boards and enter into the water. Ten minutes later and two miles down the beach we wash ashore, saved by our boards and wet suit keeping us afloat.

Take a look and see what just washed up ashore…

Thats it for this day and back we go only to find out we cant get in as Bobby can t hear too well and we’re locked out.

Somebody call the police!

The second floor is a long climb but Terry (AKA cave man) manages to reach the rail with the help of my shoulder which still is recovering. Oh did I forget to tell you a neighbor calls the police and figures we are second story burglars..imagine that.

Oh did I forget to tell you Terr has no suit on, and, well, two gay men are reported breaking in. We sorted it all out as Bobby finally heard enough to open the door. Oh I must say though the cops were nice. Can you believe it - two alternative life style babes dressed in blue. More when I get over this cold and off the pipe…

Bring It On!

Do not forget for a moment that I honestly realize I have lost my edge in life. I no longer can do the things I wish to do. I am a step slower. Getting older. I try to ride the waves but fail. It is a sad state of affairs to face life with no longer having the skills to pursue the youth I once knew. Lets face it, I am an older retired guy facing the sad fact that life for me is dwindling down to the last round up. I will continue to press the envelope and do my best to succeed, and win the prize, but lets face it - time has caught up with the (other) Donald. My glory days are a thing of the past and my once proud swagger has become a nut case with a desire to be young again.

Life’s a Beach

Is there hope for me or do I settle in to an assistant living place?

Forget aboutttttttttttttttttt it! I will fight on and pursue life. - d.

The Other Donald will continue to get his kicks…