… Still beats a good day at the office, at least in theory.
But if you believe that, you haven’t seen Ken and Erik golfing, or as I call it, galoofing.
If you look closely you can see the ball flying by the golf cart, though a tad fuzzy, captured by my antique Nikon L1.
Erik takes a hack.
The next sound you’ll hear is the sickening “ploop” of dimpled ball meeting pond.
A postmortem finds that no animals were harmed in the shooting of this farce. But as our partner in grime Mr. Hauser said, the trees were crying for mercy.
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