End Notes

I'm writing my own obituary. It's a work in progress, of course, and some stuff I can't write - when did I depart this mortal coil and why? Blanks to be filled in by others. But when I left my loves and friends behind I went to the Great Golf Course in the Sky where, if the gods of golf approved of my devotion if not of my talent, I and my as yet unnamed foursome will get preferred tee times. If they disapproved, then I'll get stuck behind slow players who walk about clueless-ly.

Stay tuned. As long as I keep adding to this, all's well. May it be so for you, too.