my friend, Jim H., was supposed to carry on in my absence, and compete in
the annual golf tournament, but it seems that he has grown tired of the overflowing galleries following him. i was impressed with the icelandic golf courses perched on windswept cliffs and tucked into craggy volcanic lava beds, but it appears that the elements at
pine knolls were even more daunting. maybe
next year....
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