Bull Valley Golf Club

We played, finally, with our neighbors, the Plozays. Wonderful course, good company, and a good lunch afterward. Sun went away after a glorious sunrise, but was still warm enough and dry. I sucked. Bette did a little better. I just couldn’t get anything in the air — all whiffs and worm-burners.

Oh well, a bad day golfing beats a good day working, eh?

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