If you separated all the women on Earth into, I don't know, let's say twenty-five categories, I walked by a woman this morning who falls exactly into the one Chris' mom Jan would occupy. She was watering a small tree in her front yard on Hillside Drive as I walked by on the Maple Street Loop, and I immediately thought of Jan, and of a character Thomas Wolfe developed in You Can't Go Home Again, about whom he wrote, "She had the soft and radiant glow of an outdoor girl." She was blonde, sixty, pretty, wore beat-up khakis, an ancient, red polo shirt, and we talked about the weather for a solid forty-five seconds. I finished the loop in 32:01, and thirty minutes later drove to First Tee, where I scored a 50 for nine holes. Krupsaw scored a 53. I had 1 par, 4 bogies, 2 doubles, and 2 triples, and used 17 putts. Today was the grand reopening. The new Bermuda greens were beautiful.
I walked for about 45 minutes with Basil Julian and Ron Gimblet at a new guy named Herb's first Hash run this afternoon from Allsopp Park.
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