Perpetual Break

I think my Sunday morning golf group is falling apart again. Damn. How could something so fun just fade away?

Life changes. I came late to a group of guys, a couple of trips a year. Fighting over teams, bets paid in dollar bills in the age of Venmo. The slowest rounds of golf on the planet! Twelve guys from all backgrounds. Some moved, two died, others said they just had enough golf.

This was the first time I have ever attempted meatballs. I cook, I learn.

CDs sound better. I get cold easier. I like how the light changes with the seasons. I love Halloween. My swing is better.

I’ve done a lot today, the list completed.