I have some history with this thing. We go way back. Back to when it was shrouded in mystery as it journeyed through the streets of SoCal.
And now we’re finally reunited. Admittedly, without knowing the background of this rock — the length of time it took the artist to find the perfect rock (38 years), the number of hours I spent at various points of its journey through the streets (5+ hours), the cost to move the rock ($10+ million), the weight of the rock (340 tons), how long it took to move from quarry to LACMA (11 nights) — it would probably not be as interesting.
But that’s art appreciation, right?
Learning how and why something was conceived and then observing the final product.
*I’m halfway through my Project 52. Rock on!
If you’ve been following along, you know about the MGA Tour.
Go ahead. I’ll wait.
This month’s tour stop was at Talega Golf Club, where mediocrity was on serious display for the FU Open. FU as in Freedom and Unity — patriotism and mediocre golf. A match up like no other.
After a long day of drinks, bogeys, stogies, and drinks, a champion would be crowned.
And what do you know?
With the lowest score of the day, I was the most mediocre and got presented with a huge check. And I mean huge check. I could barely wrap my arms around it.
And look at all those ohs.
Winning has its privileges. Don’t mind that it is actually written for $1.35.
Mediocre. I got that.
One of the greatest challenges in my life is being a dad.
It is, without a doubt, one of the biggest responsibilities I carry with me everyday.
So on this Father’s Day, I send my love and encouragement to all the dad’s out there.
I am blessed to have been able to spend the day with my 3 girls.