Dear Diary: Golf, glorious golf! I played a round this morning at Kailua Marine Corpse base, with four other guys, White House chef Sam Kass, aide Marv Nicholson and two Hawaiian pals, including Bobby Titcomb. It's always good to see Bobby, though I always have remind myself not to accidentally bring up the occasion when he was involved in a prostitution sting.
Awkwaard. I played my usual ultra-cool game, leaving my four companions in awe of my skill -- they all smiled and assured me that 11-over-par is an extraordinary achievement.
