My uncle Dave is a great golfer in California, who taught me to play when I was young. In golf, you meet lot of characters. Here’s a snapshot of three I can remember: My late nana. Nana played for years, and in her 70’s, she still had a fire in her belly. If she missed...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
