I don’t usually write on Saturday, but this one is different. First, although there is bright sunshine out, the overnight rain (sick of it) has returned my home course to mush; it should in my opinion be closed.
Secondly, the wind is howling to a level that would make PGA Tour players openly weep and whine. At age 31, 41 or even 51, when I had only the weekends to play (if that), I would have bundled up, fortified myself with appropriate food and beverage, and accepted Mother Nature’s challenge. At age 71, no. Also, my bride has offered to cook omelets this morning.