13th hole Hialeah, Turf Valley MD.
The golf cart slowed to a stop. From the passenger side a man in a flowered print shirt pulled his legs from the floor and placed them gingerly on the hot blacktop. His companion repeated the measure only with athletic smoothness which time had only slightly dented. It was the 13th hole on the Hialeah 18 at Turf Valley, the annual home of the T-Fest golf and convocation which touched off under, usually, sweltering conditions. This year was much the same.
Six foursomes had been established consisting of veterans who made consistent attempts to be on hand with newcomers that were coming on the scene, primarily from T- Welsh’s family – shirts and skirts. The contingent gathered from the mid to upper East Coast and were mostly now dialing in on serious thought to the next course of life, dessert. The options were as…
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