The Road to Recovery
A Golfer Returns to the Course
Standing over a golf ball I sometimes feel like Alan Shepard strapped to an Atlas rocket pinned down in a plaster-molded seat, engineers ringing through my brain walking me through the checklist before 860,000 pounds of thrust sends me into the cosmos. ‘Feet square to target’ – check. ‘Club face square to target’ – check.… Read more
I played 9 holes at the local muni – Fresh Pond Golf Course. It was just $28 to feel like a wimpy loser for two-and-a-half hours. By the third hole I had decided this round would be a ‘nature walk.’ I came to enjoy the rabbits, one dead raccoon, and the fine weather. I happened to hit a white ball 54 times along the way.
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