What goes up, must come down.

Or so says Sir Isaac Newton...  or Blood, Sweat and Tears... somebody....

Maybe the grades on the grade card the kid is handing his dad..

Vocalist David Clayton-Thomas... the author of the song Spinnin' Wheel.. said he was playin' with the guitar, founds some chords he liked... it was 1969, around the time the Beatles asked "You say you wanna Revolution"... so, he basically wrote this letting people know "Lighten up people, take it easy (Kinda like Jackson Browne and Glenn Frey wrote in 1972).. it's all going to come full cycle."

They became 'somebody'.  They went to Woodstock, as did Jimi.  Jimi was to be the highest paid at $17,500, then, BS&T at $15,000.  The ticket booths went up, but they musta come down because virtually everyone got in free, there tweren't no money, none of the artists got paid.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to Earth I knew not where, said that Wadsworth chap.

Yes, even Joltin' Joe Dimaggio will eventually go hitless.  Cal Ripken will sit. Your IRA will go up, but it must come down.

The painted ponies, they go up and down.

Much.  Much goes up and must come down.  Moods.  Hunger.  Belly fat. OK, scratch that one. The price of gas, VICTOR I CAME HERE TO RELAX DAMNIT, NOT FLIP MY LID.  Take it easy, it's all going to come full cycle. What goes up, must come down.

Except astronauts.  Ain't it cool to watch them in weightlessness?  I'm thinking that might be the only way I'd EVER be able to do a flip.

Golf clubs.  What goes up, must come down.  Well, most of the time. Playing behind a foursome, feller hits a real bad hook, ball went right to left into the next County I think (it did come down, we/he knew not where.)

So...... he hit anudder... and it took the exact same path (what goes up [in Ray County] must come down {and we think was in Ray County])

So.... he threw his club up into the air, it fell to Earth he knew not where.  As he threw it up, the three remaining members of his group (understanding Spinning Wheel, gravity, Joltin Joe Dimaggio going hitless) covered their heads for fear of a Big Bertha oversized clubhead, coming down upon them.

Except.

I guess golf clubs can be like astronauts. They ain't gotta come down.

It's twue, it's reawwy twue.  Golf club stuck up in fir tree.  Take that Sir Isaac.  Screw your hyphen Clayton-Thomas, you speaky with forked tongue.  Take it easy Jackson and Glenn, but howinthehell are you gonna putt for dough whenya ain't got no driver for show?

Dejected, said golf club thrower trudged on.  One has more control over a 3 wood anyways, he figured.

We, the foursome behind, had our laughter volume go up (Big time).. realized maybe golf club thrower heard us (ya know, it's kinda like flippin' someone off on the Interstate, ya never know who's 'carryin' these days, anger sometimes goes up and has a hard time coming down)...

So...  our laughter must, and did, come down.

After a couple of more bogeys, OK damnit, one bogey and one double bogey, we'd basically forgotten about Isaac Newton, Clayton-Thomas, Glenn/Jackson, Joltin' Joe Dimaggio, the golf club in the coniferous tree.

Then here comes golf club thrower. Nope, not on a painted pony (although his red face did look painted).  He was walking AWAY from the clubhouse, so he ain't hangin it up. He ain't even carrying his golf bag.

He musta ciphered, "Lighten up feller... take it easy.. .it's all going to come full cycle" which is either fancy for help I've fallen and I can't get up - or, whatinthehell was I thinking, I'm going to swallow my pride, climb the damn fir tree and get my club back. (Pride is hard to swallow but it will go down.)

We, the foursome of bogey-making old farts, ignored him in his trek to the fir tree, again, the conceal/carry fear.

What goes up, must come down.  Spinnin' wheel, got to go round.  Talkin' bout your troubles it's a cryin' sin, ride painted pony let the Spinnin' Wheel spin.

What goes up, must come down.

Republicans.  Democrats. Taxes. Gas Prices. Laughter. Quietness. A juggler's balls (mind outta gutter). A red rubber ball.  Joltin' Joe Dimaggio.  Cal Ripken Jr.  Pride.  Ego.  Toast, kinda sorta the opposite, but you know.  Tom Brady. Nancy Pelosi.  Mitch McConnell.

I love the Merry Go Round.  Sooooo beautiful.  So serene.. the painted ponies that go up.. . down.

What goes up, must come down.

The sun.  Tides.  Pennies from Heaven. Writer's thoughts.  Scary eh? Dentures.  Depends.  Blood pressure.  Heartbeats.  Green in the wallet after payday, green in the wallet right before payday. Tubthumping.  Bowling pins. A toddler's seemingly never ending energy (calm down Granny, Gramps, they'll come down.)

Fly balls, Hail Mary's, punts, kicks, bullets, arrows and yes,

Even Buzz Aldrin. Even golf clubs.

Lighten up World.  Take it easy.  It's all going to go full cycle.  What goes up must come down.

Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel turn.

Good day, Paul Harvey

Love, Victurd