This was not an easy shot, friends. The public golfcourse around here, fondly known as THE WEED, has some rangers who, well, to put it kindly, take their job so seriously I was more nervous about getting this shot than any other guest blog shot in my short history of blogging. Are rangers like this everywhere? There's a place for this type of employee but it is in a sqaud car not a golfcart. To borrow some lyrics : No one mourns the Wicked no one cries they wont return no one lays a lily on their grave. So it was with true trepidation that I approached the foursome and asked for the blog photo. One of the foursome, THANK GOD, wasn't having any of it, from the starter, and they quickly and kindly complied. On a like note, I have to tell you about my Hungarian father's knitted golf club covers. His sister, Elanore, made them for him. Upon seeing them, Al immediately began scouring patterns for a nice cabled cover for me to make him for Father's Day. Then I heard hi