My Dad and I played golf with the chaps in the foreground
on one fine occasion. It should be “on several occasions”
by now (as I am often reminded), but I have developed
a reluctance to golf. I have isolated a few of the reasons:
1. Golf is an expensive hobby. For
some reason, I usually think my money is better spent
at restaurants, bars, and paying off various dubious entities.
2. Any hobby that makes one wish at times that he was
at home working, should be questioned as a way to spend
leisure time.
3. I do not always enjoy diving into activities that I
have not prepared for--and for you smart asses, yes, there
are a few exceptions.
