
Today there were way too many Disc Golfers filling the air with spinning little flying saucers. Those things can fly quite a distance and make no warning noise. I've only been hit once and have had a couple close calls.

When I was done Cicada hunting I went to the Hong Kong Market in Chinatown. I always feel like a giant when I'm there, today more so than usual, because a pair of really tiny Chinese ladies seemed to be following me around. They were speaking Chinese. I guess it could have been Korean. Or Vietnamese. It's not like I can tell the difference. I liked listening to them. Their voices were very high pitched and melodious. I often see Chinese, well, let's just call them women from Asia, since I realize I don't know what Asian country they are from, dressed in native garb when I'm in Chinatown, with their faces made up real nice.
When I left Hong Kong I went to the Dallas Cowboy Wal-Mart Supercenter. But, that's a separate blogging.
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I just viewed a biography yesterday about Edward "Steady Ed" Headrick, the inventor of disc golf. He told his family he wanted to live on as a frisbee after his death. They respected his wishes and mixed his cremated ashes into a batch of flying discs. There are a limited number, and the proceeds will go to fund a museum in Steady Ed's honor.
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