League, Money and more Money
Diana and the girls were still out of town so I ran league for the kids who showed up. We played singles with mulligans. The girls trounced the boys, except me. I shot -3 from longs for nine.
I told one of the moms to keep her eye out for a stocky Korean lawyer, and when you see him, tell him where I am. J. showed up just in time to see me make a 30 foot birdie putt out of the woods on 9. We started on 8. Nathaniel birdied 9 from the shorts, his first real birdie. I gave J. the package and he gave me cash.
Afterwards I sold three discs but two of them were to juniors who got the league discount rate.
Then I went back to work and Leo called to tell me that his brief was now due yesterday, but he gave it to me yesterday so that was not my fault, merely my problem and my opportunity. I worked on Leo's work this afternoon and then tried to deliver it but he was at the barbershop. After work I left it in his office mailbox and went to look for him at home, but I don't know where he lives. I thought he lived on Ratalee Lake north of town because I knew he lived on a long dirt road connecting Dixie to Davisburg, and Ratalee Lake fits that description. I stopped at a few horse farms to ask if they knew him but no one did.
Then I drove over to J.'s mom's liquor store because it is nearby to see if Mrs. Kim had a home phone for Leo. Michael was running the store and he did not believe that I knew J. and Leo and did work for them. He thought I was some evil law enforcement person there to bust his chops for selling to minors. He finally called J. who said he'd call Leo.
Back on Ratalee Lake I saw three acres and a house for sale. While grabbing the flyer a construction contractor stopped his truck hoping to scare up a new client. He had a phonebook [Leo told me he was unlisted!] and sent me up a mile to Oak Hill. I found Leo leaving his driveway on his way to town to get the brief.
Leo wrote me a check for twice what I asked for and then took me for an off road tour of his little horse farm. Too bad he has no trees. He has 15 acres and they no longer keep horses on the property.
So Leo had me follow him back to Mrs. Kim's liquor store because he has a case involving the drain there that I might need to work on. He introduced me to Michael who apologized for treating me like a cop. I told him to treat the cops better because they have guns and you aren't allowed to shoot back at them. Michael seems young to be running a liquor store. I would not doubt that he is too young and he's got J.'s i.d. in his pocket in case it becomes an issue. He looks and talks just like J., like a Korean who grew up in a black ghetto.
I've got money for Iowa. I'm going to pack and maybe start driving tonight.
I told one of the moms to keep her eye out for a stocky Korean lawyer, and when you see him, tell him where I am. J. showed up just in time to see me make a 30 foot birdie putt out of the woods on 9. We started on 8. Nathaniel birdied 9 from the shorts, his first real birdie. I gave J. the package and he gave me cash.
Afterwards I sold three discs but two of them were to juniors who got the league discount rate.
Then I went back to work and Leo called to tell me that his brief was now due yesterday, but he gave it to me yesterday so that was not my fault, merely my problem and my opportunity. I worked on Leo's work this afternoon and then tried to deliver it but he was at the barbershop. After work I left it in his office mailbox and went to look for him at home, but I don't know where he lives. I thought he lived on Ratalee Lake north of town because I knew he lived on a long dirt road connecting Dixie to Davisburg, and Ratalee Lake fits that description. I stopped at a few horse farms to ask if they knew him but no one did.
Then I drove over to J.'s mom's liquor store because it is nearby to see if Mrs. Kim had a home phone for Leo. Michael was running the store and he did not believe that I knew J. and Leo and did work for them. He thought I was some evil law enforcement person there to bust his chops for selling to minors. He finally called J. who said he'd call Leo.
Back on Ratalee Lake I saw three acres and a house for sale. While grabbing the flyer a construction contractor stopped his truck hoping to scare up a new client. He had a phonebook [Leo told me he was unlisted!] and sent me up a mile to Oak Hill. I found Leo leaving his driveway on his way to town to get the brief.
Leo wrote me a check for twice what I asked for and then took me for an off road tour of his little horse farm. Too bad he has no trees. He has 15 acres and they no longer keep horses on the property.
So Leo had me follow him back to Mrs. Kim's liquor store because he has a case involving the drain there that I might need to work on. He introduced me to Michael who apologized for treating me like a cop. I told him to treat the cops better because they have guns and you aren't allowed to shoot back at them. Michael seems young to be running a liquor store. I would not doubt that he is too young and he's got J.'s i.d. in his pocket in case it becomes an issue. He looks and talks just like J., like a Korean who grew up in a black ghetto.
I've got money for Iowa. I'm going to pack and maybe start driving tonight.