A gaping gully waited to gobble golf balls between the t-box and the narrow ribbon of the 17th fairway at Highlander Golf Course. It was a daunting challenge for one who last golfed about 20 years ago.
With quiet determination, I held the club firmly and concentrated on the swing. The club hit the ball with a solid sounding whack, and the ball shot from the tee, then curved sharply downward into the bowels of the earth, never to be seen again. For a brief moment, I thought I could hear the faint sounds a bugle playing taps in the distance, but that was much nicer than some of the sounds that might have been heard that day.
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