Return

We ventured back to the same putt-putt course last evening after dinner. Amid the waterfalls and pirate decorations, the wife insisted on a rematch. And of course she beat me by five strokes. She won or we tied every hole but one. It was a complete mirror image of the last outing. Total, I still one the combined score by three strokes, but she insists the tally is tied at one to one. It doesn’t really matter, all was in good fun. As a bonus, my round last evening was free because I aced hole seven last time. 

Vacation week nears its end. We will load up the car this evening and head home, ahead of the mass exodus that clogs the highways in Florida and South Georgia on Saturday mornings in the spring. I don’t mind driving the overnight stretch. We have a hard and fast rule; the driver controls the radio. So one more day in the sun and back to Hoosierdom.