This past Wednesday, the 18th or the day after your taxes were due, was National Golf Day. Missed it? Don’t feel bad, so did millions of others. It’s not a particularly well-publicized event.
It’s also easily overlooked in a calendar bursting to overflowing with all sorts of observances. Here’s just a small sample from the current month of April:
April Record Store Day: April 21. How do you observe this one? By holding a candle light vigil in front of a vacant Tower Records store?
National Chocolate Covered Cashew Day: April 21. Seriously, I didn’t make this up. Since this hallowed day shares the day with the above referenced Record Store Day, this also illustrates that there are no monopolies here. People are clearly free to plant their flag almost anywhere they want to on the calendar, although you’d be wise to avoid using July 4 or December 25 to promote your particular agenda.
Talk Like Shakespeare Day: April 23. For sooth, for sport, methinks I shall this year/Observe this day, this fete for craft of words.
Hug a Plumber Day or Plumbers Day: April 25: I think we all can agree that we appreciate being given a choice here.
National Hairball Awareness Day: April 27. Ironically, having brought it to your attention, I absolutely don’t want to think about it.
So, National Golf Day came and went this year, sharing the 18th of April with these other momentous observances:
Adult Autism Day
National Columnists Day (Whoa! Who asked for this one?)
National Wear Your Pajamas to Work Day (Go ahead, I dare you.)
Pet Owners Independence Day (Does this show up on pets’ calendars as Fend for Yourself Day?)
Anyway, I hope you and yours had a festive Golf Day. I certainly didn’t. It was a Wednesday for crying out loud. I worked.