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We live in a retirement community where many, many older folks live and love it. Personally, I am starting to BE one of those older folks. I simply do not think of myself that way. In my head, the age is still in the teens or twenties. Of course, to be realistic, if I were actually out in the workforce, I would be looking at retirement in about 5 years, if they didn’t up the retirement age on me. Whew! I know. That certainly dates me, don’t you think?
Since we do live in a retirement village, as you can guess, we see just a lot of retired folks enjoying the amenities around here…well, you know, like swimming in the lakes, a really good diner near here, bingo (when they aren’t being stupid and closing them down for gambling violations.), hunting and, of course, golf.
I did not realize just how many folks, especially retired people, loved golf. To me, it’s sort of a boring game. Hit the ball…tear after it, get out another club, hit the ball, tear after it, clomp the ball into a little bitty hole in the ground. Seems silly to me. But the folks around here take it seriously, I’m telling you. Why, I have seen a couple that have a golf cart, drive it on the street together, obviously headed for the golf course. In my imagination, I can see golf cart parts flying everywhere because…well, you know why. It just gives me the shudders. But then, they go by every day and don’t look any the worse for wear.
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