Day 2 without playing golf
What, exactly, did I get in the mail last Saturday that will change my life, at least in terms of golf?
An invitation to Great Oaks Country Club.
Yes, indeedy! We (my family) had been on the waiting list for a year and a half and were hoping that our invitation would arrive in time for summer.
Obviously, there is a God. This is just one more thing to be thankful for.
Excuse me while I do a few cartwheels. On second thought, I better not stupidly injure myself and remove myself from golf action.
Great Oaks is not a fancy country club. In fact, it's more "country" than "club," which is why folks in our income bracket can swing a membership. But it's a fine track, with plenty of undulating tree-lined terrain and excellent greens.
The beauty of this is that it works great for the whole family. There's a pool for the wife and kids, and my oldest daughter (who is 10) wants to take up golf.
As George emphatically said in a "Seinfeld" episode, "I'm back, baby!"
The Armchair Golfer