Golf Fore the Good

How soon we forget… if you’d asked me six weeks ago if I’d be playing golf in December on Cape Cod I’m sure I’d have responded “only if it is better than 50 degrees out…” Well, with the mercury at well below that this morning the day dawned bright and blue with barely a puff of wind. As I left for the office my first thought was what a beautiful day it would be to play nine holes (at least!). My hard core days of fuzzy mittens and hot hands are gone, BUT YET… in October my friends and I hustled to the course if it was better than sixty degrees and mostly sunny, passing up on the nastier days; November found us lowering our “playable standards” to something in the fifties and moderate winds; and here it is December and a day dawning in the high thirties beckoned like a rose in summer. Some of us just haven’t enough sense to put away the sticks…