October 08, 2004MaturityAndy Ihnatko has a sobering moment on the golf course: And the fatality — the realization that caused me to drop to the fairway and weep — was the fact that I, Andy Ihnatko, a man who implicitly trusts any restaurant that has Formica counters and an ample selection of $6 entrees, who has always regarded the night before trash day as the neighborhood's largest and most bargain-filled garage sale, a man who owns a Jeff Foxworthy CD, for God's sake...the man whom I'd grudgingly grown to love and respect over the past three decades was out on a golf course talking with his agent.Posted by jackhodgson at October 8, 2004 11:37 AM |
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