Golf... out on a well-manicured course... in a beautiful setting... is a bit like worship... when all the elements align correctly. I miss it... the Church of the 19th Green when all the debts are settled... the weapons of "war" are put away for another day... and the ride home is about to happen.

But even if I could, now that common sense has arrived (much too late to have impacted my less than worthy life) it is cold and rainy here in "West Mayberry" and I have not received my Senior Flu Shot!

Great stories... Don... except for the snake part. Yuk!