Isn’t it great when you get picked up from work on a beautiful Friday afternoon (at 4:30 p.m.) and you’re told that you’ve got just enough time to get changed and have a quick supper before your tee-off time?

Well, yesterday, I got out golfing for the first time this year. Nice for me my dad bought new clubs (second-hand) this year. This means that I get his old ones—when I asked if I should return them, he said “No, just keep them.” Doesn’t that sound like he gavethem to me? Hee hee.

Well, unfortunately, dad was out at camp, so he wasn’t able to join Winston (father-in-law) Dave (brother-in-law) and I. It was probably a good thing for him, I was awful—though I did find my lost ball on the second time through hole four (and picked up an extra two balls in the trees.)

But this morning—my back! It’s embarrassing how much pain I’m in. I’m walking like an old man. Not much I can really do, but wait for it to get better and then get back out on the links to build up those muscles.