They were numbers 94 thru 97 and I was grateful that the trash man picked them up today.
Who knows, maybe he’s a golfer and will have fewer three putts with them than I did.
It’s a relief to know that not another dollar will be wasted on a new and quirky putter or another evening cursing the silly greens at South Suburban Golf Course.
Surely, the designer of those greens is locked up by now.
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