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After caddying for rich guys as a kid for money but never getting to play, my Dad took up golf in his early sixties.
Despite starting late, he got pretty good at it. He won a bunch of basically no-account, local Senior tourneys, and managed four holes-in-one, for which he had the trophies, certificates and bar tabs as proof.
I once played "chip and putt" golf (all holes par 3, no hole over 90+ yards and they only give you a putter and a 9 iron) with him on a beautiful Sunday morning while still tripping more than a bit on acid from late the night before.
The greens were shimmering and very slowly rotating in clockwise swirls. I felt quite at peace and shot perhaps my best (duffer class) game. I was as one with my dented and crappy clubs, in awe of the green beauty surrounding us, and that wonderful little white sphere just flew where I bid it to. :biggrin:
Despite starting late, he got pretty good at it. He won a bunch of basically no-account, local Senior tourneys, and managed four holes-in-one, for which he had the trophies, certificates and bar tabs as proof.
I once played "chip and putt" golf (all holes par 3, no hole over 90+ yards and they only give you a putter and a 9 iron) with him on a beautiful Sunday morning while still tripping more than a bit on acid from late the night before.
The greens were shimmering and very slowly rotating in clockwise swirls. I felt quite at peace and shot perhaps my best (duffer class) game. I was as one with my dented and crappy clubs, in awe of the green beauty surrounding us, and that wonderful little white sphere just flew where I bid it to. :biggrin:
