Monday, May 4, 2020

5/2/20


We're on a driving trip to California. My daughters F-I-L decides we should stop and play golf. It's sort of a miniature course, and each hole is about fifty feet apart, in a straight line. I joke about how I'm only going to use a nine iron. After a bit, it starts to rain and gets foggy, and the rest of my party is way ahead of me. I get lost.

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