The usual suspects and I got to play golf at one of the very fine golf resorts here in Hooterville. And better yet, we got to play for free. The owner of the hardware store made some sort of donation to a fundraiser and in exchange he got free golf at this joint. He isn't a golfer, but he heard I am, so he gave the freebie to me. We have been putting off using the pass because the resort is way the heck, 20 miles across town and in Hooterville, that means way across town without the benefit of freeways. Hootervillians don't believe in freeways. We have paved most of the streets, though. Unfortunately, today was the coldest day of the year thus far and even though our tee time was 10:15 am, it was windy and cold. And it was crowded. There was some kind of women's golf club event and the pace of play was at a glacial pace for those of us behind them. The Seafood King has been under the weather for a couple of weeks, so he moaned and groaned about the cold, the slowness of play and how sick he felt, until I finally suggested we call it a day at the 10th hole. That suggestion passed unanimously. We headed back to the clubhouse and had lunch in the restaurant there. Except for poor Some Guy Named Bob, who managed to get lost trying to find his way back. We got a table overlooking the first hole and I tried to guide him in via cellphone. Not that easy when his response to my "where are you?", is "I have no idea." By the time our lunch arrived, Some Guy Named Bob had flagged down a maintenance worker and the fellow lead him back to safety. All's well that ends well. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky