Monday After

Sergio v. Justin Rose in a classic sudden-death Masters playoff. Seve Ballesteros’ birthday spirit gave García the day. Girls break up over their deep-seated narcissistic ways. Homeland finale. New York restaurant scenes aside. Isabella‘s Upper West. Orsay, Upper East. Chilling call for checks and balances. Could be quite current.

Fly the Friendly Skies? Airlines’ extreme overbooking. Next. They will drag people off planes to make room for dogs. If you pay more you can stay. Otherwise. Tough luck.


Maureen Dowd’s Sunday column about Connecticut Senator Chris Murphy’s dogged support for gun control legislation. My comment was a NYimes pick.

Most beautiful name and nicest man in golf, Angel Cabrera with his son on the bag, edged by the greatest looking guy in golf, Adam Scott. Stevie won, too. Tiger stayed smartly in the middle of the pack as to avoid an asterisk for a tainted W.

Guess we must talk about MadMen. Last week, missed the last six minutes and Don’s long pre-Hawaii liaison with his prostitute mother reincarnate, Sylvia. Death, miscarriage, wife-beating, cheating. Geez. Not feeling the love.

Intriguing new books. Westerly by Will Schutt, Allende’s Maya’s Notebook.


Ginni Rometty will not be wearing the green. Jacket. Hootie’s legacy lives on. Azaleas past bloom. Payne in the grass. Oh, well. Kids were cute in caddie suits on Par 3 day. Arnold, Jack & Gary. Troika of legends. Then, broadcast trio. Miller, Baker-Finch, Faldo. Thursday’s touted trois ready to tee-off. Tiger, Rory, Phil. Fore! cast. Thunderstorms galore.

Meanwhile, bi-parti-sanity is happening in D.C. Obama signed the Gillibrand-Brown bill banning Congressional insider trading. More of this, please.