Ed and I played War Memorial Golf course this morning and early afternoon. Ed scored 79 and I scored 94, with nines of 47 and 47. It was a terrible round, but putting saved me. I used 32 putts and didn't have a single three-putt for the first time since the summer of 1969.
Late this afternoon, I staggered along Levy Trail South in 36:19, so much so in fact that I was worried someone might think I was drunk. I was pleased no saw me between the trail and my house, an extraordinary bit of luck at 5:15 p.m.
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