Summer at the Driving Range
After four winter storms this week, and another one coming tomorrow, we are in serious need of a reminder of summer.
I remember this day being a very hot July afternoon, and the boys wanted to stop at the driving range to drive some golf balls.
Always aware that a stray ball could come flying my way, I scooted to the end of the green to capture the neat arc of the stalls.
One thing I did notice though, all the people must be right handed, as none were facing me to drive the balls with their left hands.