I've been asked if I golf at least 30 times since moving to Georgia. Random women strangers ask Ainsley which tennis club she's joined. Country clubs are everywhere; it's southern culture. You either participate in lawn recreation... or you don't fit in. And since I don't hunt, fish, drink beer or any combination of the above, I needed to either buy some white tube socks and start playing matches... or find a new hobby. Came across a local NuCanoe dealer for paddling up the Chattahoochee. At four-feet wide, they don't tip easily (good for the two little mini-me's at home) and they easily stack in the back of my pick-up. Git ur dun.
Bring on the Hooch, Baby!
Posted by: Ainsley Arment | June 17, 2008 at 04:49 PM
All this and your new big truck?! Oh Ben... don't go redneck on us. :-) Glad to see you found a hobby.
Posted by: Terrace Crawford | June 17, 2008 at 05:20 PM
It the perfect complement to the gun rack in the back window of the pick-up. Now all you need is the number of some slanted NASCAR driver and you'll be complete!
Posted by: Rob Edwards | June 17, 2008 at 06:15 PM
im getting concerned...very concerned...first a post on a chik-fil-a party and now canoes...you must resist ben...YOU MUST RESIST!...m.
Posted by: mike foster | June 17, 2008 at 08:38 PM
Mike, I'm in desperate need of a trip to the OC.
Posted by: Ben Arment | June 18, 2008 at 08:26 AM
As you can see from the first comment, my wife has thoroughly embraced southern culture. That, or she's quoting the old Scrubs song. =)
Posted by: Ben Arment | June 18, 2008 at 08:30 AM
Ben,
You need to make a trip to NOVA for detox :)
Posted by: Daniel Floyd | June 18, 2008 at 10:44 AM