Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Long ago . . .

. . . when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today it's called golf.

The memoir I'm writing about my father's last year is set in a golf cart. Dad spent a good portion of it swearing at himself when the little white ball didn't cooperate. Perhaps witchcraft would have been a better use of our time.

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