No. Those are not golf scores. They are the high temps for the past five days in Tucson. Brother Virg did actually shoot a 72 here in Tucson a year ago, but he's doing his business in Florida right now, so it has been left to the likes of Stan and his neighbor, Dick Krueger, to carry the ball forward here. Today our foursome (we added Mac and Leno) enjoyed another sunny round, retiring in time to watch the sun set in Krueger's back yard, visit with his wife and sister-in-law, marvel at the stars and drink the German beer that brother Steve had foolishly left chilling in the fridge.
Tomorrow we hit the Barcaloungers for wall-to-wall inauguration coverage, then back to the links.
Steve's backyard pansies, planted before Christmas, were enjoyed by the rabbits and mule deer. Now we're hoping the petunias we planted Sunday in the elevated boxes out front will last long enough for Sosie and Bill's pending visit to Cafe del Solveig.
