Disorderly Conduct
Competitive Golf, Rules
This past Thursday brought the opening day of, not just one, but two, of my favorite yearly golf adventures. Both provided more entertainment than I could possibly have anticipated.
The day dawned damp and foggy and in the low thirties but with the promise of a gorgeous day ahead. The rumblings I heard came, thankfully, not from the skies but from my husband’s side of the room. Each spring, for five consecutive Thursdays, I head out to play Spring Teams and leave my husband home to tend to daily business. One would think, after cycling through ...