It snowed here in the Northeast last night, then rained over night creating slurpee-like conditions. The prospect of standing in a lush green fairway, waiting for the green to clear, hearing the birds chirp, and feeling the sun shine on my back seems as remote as my prospects of winning Mega Millions this week.
My morning train passes through a country club - it's hard to imagine all that frozen soup ever draining. It will, of course, and we'll be teeing off here in a month or two, depending on how desperate we are.
Of course, the prospect of standing in a fairway in any weather will remain remote until I start straightening out my tee shots...
- GF
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