A sure sign of spring arrived on our porch yesterday. Golfers have been swinging away on old No. 14 since Monday morning. Digging, gritting and swinging hard in their pre-season form, the usual errant drives have arrived in good number on the homestead lawn, roof and, alas, winter storm windows.We try to get the windows down and screens up before the bombardment begins, but this global warming thing has just got us off our schedule. No witnesses have come forward who observed yesterday's event, and no one claimed responsiblity, making it a Hit and Run. Our forensic examination shows that the Titleist 3 gained entry at approximately 4 p.m. and must have been traveling ENE with radical sidespin, gaining entry through the second porch window from the left.
A good-natured email to the golf course general manager demanding that he take responsibility for the horrible golf shot by giving me a list of suspects along with their tee times and handicaps resulted in this response:
"You can have the names and the tee sheet, but, as you know, privacy laws prohibit me from revealing my customers' handicaps."
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