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Went golfing with Gary and Jeff. Jeff and I had 95/94. I didn't really do that bad. My chipping, which had been doing real well when Dad was here, started going south. My tee offs were doing better, though. At least we had some fun although I wouldn't go that far. It was cold. We took small blankets to keep our legs warm. It was windy. I actually had to pay attention to the wind and use that to play the shots for the first time in my life. It was wet. Didn't stop drizzling except when we stopped for lunch. I wore long pants and they were wet past my ankles. I had to take the golf glove off because I couldn't grip the clubs. Oh, Gary, That one shot you hit, like 400someoddyards, the one where you hit it past the creek, up the embankment on the green (Par 4 hole, back nine, probably 14th)? I mentioned this to John, a coworker who does a lot of golfing and he thinks I'm lying. He stared at me for about a minute before he could say anything. By the way, one advantage of playing in the cold, windy rain... no one else behind you. There was a tournament that finished before we started, but even though we signed on around 11am, there wasn't anyone else behind us. Oh, I almost forgot. Gary had a 75, I think. Maybe a 78, but it was in the 70's. And I though Jim had a good swing. Gary's was sweet and powerful.