Other Thoughts:
I'm afraid this course has now been officially uprooted. I drove here to play this morning only to find remnants of tee pads and no baskets. The property here is posted with signs declaring it private, and for anyone without authorized permission, to keep out.
It's also for sale.
With help from Monty Python, it can only be stated best as...
"It's not pinin,' it's passed on! This course is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late course! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the perch he would be pushing up the daisies! Its metabolical processes are of interest only to historians! It's hopped the twig! It's shuffled off this mortal coil! It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This.... is an EX-COURSE! "
R.I.P.
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