A startling sight as the sun goes down

As KP and I walked out of the Foxfire restaurant following our Tuesday night golf league’s nine holes, a beer or two and 10 boneless wings, I noticed something on the way to the parking lot that stopped me in my tracks. The trees appeared to be half-changing toward a deep, rich color that’s usually…

A night as a sub, and I’m on a roll

The Commish sent me over a text asking of my availability for the little golf league that could. She had a meeting she couldn’t miss. I was thrilled when my appointed Tuesday arrived with blue skies. This summer of yuck has kept my golfing to a minimum. The glory of a post-work nine at pretty…