Writing from my father's Blackberry: it is somewhat difficult as I have to hunt for the keys.Myrtle beach is finally looking up. The sun is finally shining. Now I can see the golf course in its southern beauty.

Yesterday, idylls of picturesque southern belles tricked out in their golf gear flashed before my eyes. "Bitch!" shouted a red faced redneck. I turned around to check if he was pulling an Imus on my nappy head. He was not. Suddenly I remembered the sage words of Thomas March: does Myrtle beach have white sand? I realized that I had no idea.
Today I plan on finding out.