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Feb 5
My Grandfather’s devotion and passion
Dedication throughout
My Grandfather the lover of sports, but Golf caught his attention
He would get up at 5:00 am when the Golf ***** are not awake and the Golf bags thinking now
My Grandfather would head straight to the Golf Country Club and club out in golfing
My Grandfather was an excellent Golfer like a Pro
I often asked him why doesn’t he go professional, and his response was he wasn’t that good
In my eyes he was good, however, I guess he loved Golf for the relaxation
My Grandfather taught me Golf at Marine Park and Forest Park both in Brooklyn, New York
I was more of a retriever than learning Golf
I was fetching Golf *****
No bones about it
Catch my drift?
I am certainly no Golf professional and nowhere close to an amateur
The sand trap got more of my play than anything
I am no Arnold Palmer and Tiger Woods
They have game
To say I am a Golfer, I would be lame
Golf I learned, but really had no interest
No pursue
So what else is new?
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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