I walked with Ron and Elaine, Jayme and her hot new girlfriend Kayla, and Y.T. for 1:59:19 this morning. We went a little over six miles from the Clinton Library to MacArthur Park and then the River Trail en route to the River Market. It was fun and relatively comfortable. It's suddenly dry and almost cool here.
I did something this evening I wish I had thought of earlier in the summer: At about 7 p.m., I drove fast as hell to War Memorial Golf Course, where I played Nos. 1, 2, 7, 8, and Nos. 10 and 12 with two balls, so a total of eight holes. It was almost dark when I walked off the No. 12 green, which is about two-hundred yards from the clubhouse parking lot. I had 1 birdie, 2 pars, 3 bogies, and 2 doubles, and used 13 putts. By the way, I put a new, extra-large grip on a 1970 women's putter (an Acushnet Bulls Eye La Femme) with which I cannot miss. It's probably going to make me rich and more famous than two motherfuckers.
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