The good, the bad and the bogey

So three college buddies and an Alaskan decide to play a round at the local golf course. Sounds like the exposition of a joke doesn’t it? It would take a long time for a proper, accurate telling of what happened Thursday, and the punch-line would be a number – my score. My truck was in…

No bad blood, just bad golf

There was a time when simply kicking rocks into puddles could turn into a vicious competition ending in an altercation, but since my brother Mark has spent the better half of the last decade with the Navy we have proven our parents correct with regards to all that “one day you will appreciate each other”…