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'Forgive me, ladies -- just an old carpenter's term I once heard.' They turned away, leaving an aura of disgust radiating in the sun-lit air. After we finished out the hole and all my visions of a superlative round were sunk, we gathered around the 6-th tee to wait until the old ladies had finished out the next hole. Suddenly one of my partners called: 'Look at that!' Our eyes were raised quickly enough just to catch one of the old ladies walking briskly off the green in the direction of a spindly cherry tree. A flurry of pink blossoms filled the air as she bashed it again and again with her putter. |