Raw and rainy when I arrived at work this morning. Over two score on the tee sheet but we didn’t except any to show. It barely broke forty degrees with a steady north wind but when the drizzle subsided, thirteen brave souls decided to tee it up. Only one decided to sit by the fireplace at the turn instead of going the distance.
With all our work complete and the new guy acting the role of closer, I cut my day short after six hours.
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