#Pebble Beach 500
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Hee-hee,
Actually, its an entirely different story back from my days as a juvenille
delinquent, before I was saved by the healing powers of donuts. OK, its about
another 30-40 stories. No video camera back then, more of a verbal folklore
thang. I'll have to tell you some night when you're tucked in bed with some
hot chocolate.
I giggle everytime I go to a golf course and they let me drive the carts
without a background check… I've even finished late rounds only to find
everyone at the pro shop has left for the night. Me, stuck there with a
perfectly good cart and no one but my conscience around. ("I've got a full
tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and I'm wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.") Unfortunately they don't make three wheeled carts anymore. Its
harder to get the four-wheeled ones up on two wheels. Or up light poles for
that matter. <g>
"Steve" -= It's a state of ND vs. … =-
"Steve,"
I seldom drink hot chocolate down here in N'Awlins.
Don't get as cold as it gets for you snowdiggers way up there in N.D.
Glad you ain't living round these parts. Hate to see what you might
do on the number nine green after midnight. <G> 😮
"Mr. Fargone… Is this your current address? May I see proof of insurance."
"Insurance. We don't need no stinking insurance."
FORE! -= M is for Mahalo! =-