When the cold wind of November sweeps down from the north, they pull up the flags and the snowbirds fly south for their golf. But before that, October happens, a righteous celebration of the glory and goodness of nature and the best time ever to roll down the fairway with a friend.
In a booming climactic overture, the world merrily blows up in a joyful explosion of color and leafy fragmentation, reminding the audience to hurry back for next year's concert.
The only thing, in the midst of this cacaphony, sometimes it's hard to find your ball.
Stan, Steve and Ford Rolfsrud took their swings last week in honor of a 58-year-olds' October birth. We hope you enjoy this brief reprise of a beautiful day.
