The greens at Boone Valley are the most challenging I’ve ever played.
Slick. Hard to “read”. Even, at times, seeming to defy the laws of physics. (“How can that putt NOT slope down toward the water?!?”)
Continue readingThe greens at Boone Valley are the most challenging I’ve ever played.
Slick. Hard to “read”. Even, at times, seeming to defy the laws of physics. (“How can that putt NOT slope down toward the water?!?”)
Continue readingWeeks ago, a summer deluge turned our splendid topiary into a hot mess.
Continue readingWhat a party! (And what an odd feeling, too!)
Continue readingTurns out, I’ve been breathing ancient air all week. And here I thought it was just the oppressive humidity.
Continue readingSo, if somebody said, “Bring me a No. 3 pencil, please…” would you be able to comply?
Continue readingIt started out as one of those little wins, a dash of serendipity to brighten the day.
Continue readingI witnessed a bit of a jailbreak yesterday, a feat almost nine years in the making.
Continue readingIt’s the darnedest thing: A grandson climbs a tree, and winds up teaching me something about the nature of God.
Continue readingA few minutes past 2:00 PM, there was little reason to believe we’d be getting a round in on Friday. In fact, any sane person would have scanned the ominous sky and headed for home. But golfers, it seems, are not entirely sane.
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