I started golfing in my early 30s. I will leave it to the you, esteemed reader, to calculate how long ago that was. In retrospect one of the primary reasons I began this maldito sport was to have a mutual activity to do with my father. Never a dear or cherished relationship it was improving ever so slightly in this period.
If you know anything about golf you know two very important things. First, it can be and frequently is very addicting. Secondly, it is Continue reading “Cow Pasture Golf”