A MARDI GRAS DINNER AT CHEF LARRY'S ,AN ANNIVERSARY DINNER AT PORTOFINO AND A SUCCESSFUL LANDING (FOR THE LAST TIME ) OF THE SPACE SHUTTLE DISCOVERY ISN'T ENOUGH. I WANT MORE,MORE,MORE! WHOA NELLIE!
IS THAT ALL THERE IS? FOR WHITE GIRLS WHO CONSIDERED SUICIDE WHEN THE RAINBOW WAS ENOUGH. SO IT'S THE DAWNING OF THE AGE OF AQUARIOUS,AQUARIOUS!
RAINY DAYS AND THURSDAYS ALWAYS GET ME DOWN. RAIN DROPS ARE FALLING ON MY HEAD. ACTUALLY THEY WERE FALLING ON THE HEAD OF THE MAN WHO MOWS THE SIXTH GREEN EVERY DAY BEFORE THE BOYS OF WINTER PLAY GOLF. HE SCURRIES AROUND THE GREEN SOMETIMES EVEN RUNNING GETTING IT READY FOR THE FIST FOURSOME.
EACH DAY THE GREEN IS CUT,LEAVES BLOWN AND A NEW GOLF HOLE CUT JUST AFTER THE CRACK OF DAWN. LATER MORE MOWERS,BLOWERS,FERTILIZING MACHINES TEND TO THE GREEN AND FAIRWAY. THAT'S DONE ON ALL 18-365 DAYS A YEAR.
THE WORKERS ARE YOUNGER AND THIN. THE GOLFERS ARE OLD AND FAT. SOME CAN BARELY WALK ACROSS THE GREEN TO ADDRESS THEIR BALL FOR A PUTT. THEY ALL ZOOM AROUND IN CARTS. THE WOMEN ARE USUALLY SLIMMER AND HEALTHIER. THEY NEVER PLAYED FOOTBALL OR WERE IN A WAR.
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| NUMBER ONE HANDICAP HOLE ON THE COURSE |
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