Photography by E.W. Faircloth
The bridge crosses over an environmental hazard on the 5th hole located at Heritage Shores Golf Club in Bridgeville DE. I think it’s the 5th hole. The 9-hole women’s group name the hazard, The Beast” because of the difficulty in getting a shot over it.
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It must be Thursday because the billiard room is full of Heritage Shores residents. The guys seem to enjoy playing,
Yours truly gets to play on a golf cart path bridge which saw about 2 inches of water on its deck, during some flooding a short time ago. I needed something/someone to show the size of the bridge and realized my wife would resist walking in the water to be my model(size reference object). So instead of self-inflicted grief by explaining, suggesting, asking, requesting, and finally just begging my wife(why I needed it done), I decided to do it myself. I gave her my camera and rolled up my pant legs.
The short story above is similar to a song by Kenny Rogers called The Gambler. According to wikipedia.com, the song is often characterized as a metaphor for life in that you need to know when to stand your ground (when to hold ‘em) and when to retreat (when to fold ‘em).
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My grandson, Naji, is too young to drive a golf cart but at his age he’s having just as much fun sitting behind the wheel.
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Naji, is practicing with his new putter on a practice area in the Heritage Shores Golf Club. His grandfather had to spring for the putter, a driver and a 6 iron because at 24 months of age Naji doesn’t have much money to spend.
Did Tiger Woods get his start this way?
Photography by E.W. Faircloth
Yes, what a beautiful day for golf. Even with the good weather my score for 9 holes was 68, not good. My problem is inconsistency, one great shot followed by 2 awful swings.
Next week, I’ll be back out there again, trying to do better. This golf thing is like life, trying to do better.