Knowing where you want to go is not enough. Nor is a direction. It must be the right direction.

Article Intro:
Taking a brief respite from teaching, I was visiting my dear friend Wendy Crabtree at the Meadows, outside of Atlanta. Enjoying the warm Georgia sun, chilled sweet tea and good company, Wendy said she had a lesson coming in. Feeling I should be someplace else for awhile, I stood up to leave when she asked me to sit down and wait with her. It was nice to see Ron walk through the door and we shook hands. He and Wendy retired to her office. A few minutes later, meeting finished, Wendy asked me if I’d like to observe the session. Ron told me I was welcome so I volunteered to push buttons and pull the targets. I was grateful for the invite and guest privileges to observe.....
Published in Sporting Clays Magazine, August 2006.