A round of golf in pot -tight fog. I, a golfer of somewhat dubious caliber, do my best to hit my ball to the barely visible flag. From nowhere, two hikers appear on the path that runs over the fairway. One of them asks with big grin: “And, are there still many balls going wrong today?”
Walther Boer
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