In a previous life before I became a writer of (hopefully)
popular fiction, I was a journalist for two big newspapers and
one famous news-magazine. The title of this short diversion,
therefore, has a journalistic accuracy to it. Rip Landis was
indeed "the last real man" because his opponents at this
deadly game of Wild Golf were alien beings from a renegade
asteroid named Turgon (pronounced Turge-on), much like
the runaway asteroid featured in the STAR HIGH CHRONICLES.
Rip had just vanquished his other-worldly rivals, although
they out-numbered him two to one and resorted to decidedly
devious means of hard contact to turn the odds vainly in their favor.
In prevailing, Rip protected and preserved the honor of one
Hadley Sledbodnik of Earth origin and enormous gratitude. It
was a gripping match for me to watch and to cover and it
furthered my already rabid fascination for the extreme sport
of Wilderness or Wild Golf.
A prediction: Wild Golf is going to be a sensation with "legs"--
literally-- which is what they say about long-running Broadway plays.
And Hadley possesses a pair, also long-running, that are the source of
considerable personal admiration and still more envy of Rip Landis.
Thanks for reading.
When a Doll's Not a Doll
by Rip Landis
I am back, pal, with a fair warning.
If you are going to be attending the
Bettie Page Wild Golf Invitation
and talk to Arena Wilde who will
be hosting the charity event for
breast cancer survivors, do not
greet her as a "Doll". Arena is
a Doll when she's dolled up, but
on that day she will have her
Wilderness Golf game face on--
not her Doll-face.
Got that inside the ol' crash helmet,
Commit it to memory
and remember to commit it to mind
if you've got one.
One last thing.
Arena approves of this message.
You'll be watching some of the
best Wild Golfers of Arena's gender.
The very best will qualify for action
during the prelims of the upcoming
NIGHT OF WILD GOLF 2017.
For Bettie Page.
For Arena Wilde.
For breast cancer survivors.