Seriously...it's time to rock!

When Daddy found this sweet little guitar and amp on eBay, Virg knew this was what Grandpa had been waiting for.  It was a rare Gretch Electromatic Pro Jet (and you could tell by the serial number it was one of the good ones, made in Korea before they moved manufacturing to China).  It was practically perfect in every way.  Virg only had to lower the action on the low E side a bit and replace the strings with flat wound Jazz strings.  And the smooth-as-cream finish and gold hardware just made it that much better.  You can't even pick it up without feeling all tingly, like rock and roll is flowing through your veins.  Now, armed with this most awesome instrument, it's Grandpa's destiny to join up with a progressive, psychedelic rock band and do some major sonic experimentation.

You've got to give props to the Maker on this one, little brother.  

It's so fine, it practically plays itself. 

Do I look like the lead guitarist of Pink Floyd?

Mini-golf - the way it was meant to be played

It seems like great golf tournaments get the best draw when they boast an exotic location with beautiful weather.  Virg's first game of mini-golf was no exception.  You can't get any better than August in Billings, Montana.  Just across the freeway from the Yellowstone River, and down the street from the Sleep Inn.  Who could ask for more?  18 holes with water features, tiny sand traps and a mini-mountain honey-combed with a maze of golf ball tunnels. Virg was the crowd's favorite, poised to win, with his best golfing outfit, and his faithful caddy, Daddy.  If he could have played past the 8th hole, he would have swept the competition.  But as it was, Mommy, graham crackers, and Nature were all calling...and Virg had to answer.

Ok daddy caddy, I think I can see the green from here. 

Let's start with a nine iron for the first swing. 

And where's my golf cart?

It's the second to last hole before Virg needs to call it a day,

and go back to the clubhouse for a snack. 

Daddy and Grandpa debate which putter to use to get the birdie. 

Is that a birdie in the hole?  Ok then, everybody just walk away

and pretend like we didn't see anything.

Little brother's got the will and the driver to make a great golf game.  There's only one thing missing...

By the power of Greyskull!...(and foam-rubber!)

I have to say, this was to be expected.  When you have two boys coming of age, and Daddy's best buddy in the U.S. Army sends them a birthday package in the mail, it's either going to be something to do with bacon grease (which was last Christmas), or a weapon.  However, frankly, I thought we had a few more years before we'd expect to see anything really interesting in the second department.  Clearly, I was wrong.  Major Rob was so prepared, so resourceful, and so creative as to provide each boy with an age-appropriate tool of destruction within their first three years of life.  And on top of it all, these wonderful gifts are made of foam, so they can be safely used inside the house.  The letter arriving with the package listed the many useful ways in which these tools can be used in creative construction, camping, and farming applications.  However, Mommy is not fooled. 

What amazing new feats of bashing await us?

Virg is starting to fit the pieces together...

By the power of Greyskull! 

(Watch out little brother, this hammer's coming down!)