As we prepare to flip our mental calendars to April, thoughts turn to the outdoors. Green grass, sprawling acres of it to walk, inhale deep into our souls, feel under our toes.
Pardon me, allergy sufferers and/or big lawn cutters.
I’m talking golf here. Because, I do. And I’m hoping to get out there on a course in the Syracuse, N.Y., area soon.
And swing the sticks just like a guy who was, just like me but some 61 years prior …
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