“For Pete’s Sake!”

I was wedged between Old Bill and Uncle Tom on the front bench seat of a blue 1950 Chevy pickup truck. We drove slowly over the terrain of the Ft. Belvoir Golf Club in Alexandria, Virginia at 7:00 AM, leaving tracks on the morning dew. Long bamboo poles, rakes, shovels and buckets rattled in theContinue reading ““For Pete’s Sake!””