Cincinnati

I've spent a lot of time lately on my two hobbies: 1) golf, and 2) applying to faculty positions. I find these pastimes to be wonderfully fulfilling. But how best to share these activities with those who read my blog?

Well, I have grand plans to post on Ben Hogan, and perhaps even on Francis Ouimet. I'm also thinking of rating all the books in my golf library, something along the lines of the Movies I've Seen This Year section of Pete's blog. Won't that be thrilling?

As for hobby #2, one thing I can do is disseminate some of the vast trivial knowledge that I've gathered about otherwise random cities where I have applied for jobs.

Speaking of trivial knowledge, man I really broke out a doozy yesterday. At the driving range, this guy mentioned to me that he belongs to Olde Kinderhook Golf Club. I said, "I read once that Olde Kinderhook is the origin of the phrase okay, and that Olde Kinderhook was the nickname of an American president who used to sign bills into law with the initials o.k." "That's true," he said, "not many people know that. It was president Van Buren."

True story! By the way, he was right about Van Buren.

So anyway, my latest application went to (drum roll)...Cincinnati Ohio! Did you know that Cincinnati is practically in Kentucky? I had no idea. Also, Cincinnati was home to the 2001 Cincinnati Race Riots. Nothing like a history of race riots to make me want to pack up and head south (actually more like southwest)!

But none of these things is what popped in my head when I first considered applying to the University of Cincinnati. Instead, from the depths of my aforementioned trivial knowledge base, I produced a flawless rendition of the WKRP in Cincinnati theme song: