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Great story, Geoff.
Nobody would ever consider me a golfer. Seriously, I mean not even close.
When I was in Northern Ireland as a teenager, I played golf with my cousin one day. (He was boys' national champion 2 years in a row.)
Two holes was all he could stand. After I hit my tee shot and couldn't find it (because I had driven it into the ground), with my cousin Tony rolling on around laughing, we decided that I should caddy for him.
The good news was that even caddies were allowed at the 19th hole.
(Fort William Golf Club, 1968)
Dave
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