My buddy Alex Palmer blogs about sports, which isn’t high on my priority list but his writing is so good I read it all anyway. This particular post is such a slice (uh, sorry about that) of island life that I’m reblogging it here. Check it out.
I offer the following as both an antidote to 2016’s first dose of winter (at least here in southern Massachusetts) and an insight into how one person copes with island isolation. During the warm weeks of early January, I collected approximately 1700 golf balls from the woods, ponds, thickets and other hazards of a local golf course. I’ve been doing this kind of thing since moving here in 1998. Not only is it a fun form of outdoor exercise, it also provides me with a little extra income. Who knew that previously owned Titleist Pro V’s were such a hot item? I’ve had a few of these “Dispatches” sitting in a drawer, and this seems like a good time to break one out while I await Sunday’s kick-off in Denver.
Dispatches from the Rough
(In which The Golf Ball Guy plays God.)
From my position in dense pricker bushes bordering a…
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From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 
Susanna, your friend has a great skill for writing about sport especially golf.
Looking forward to reading more from them and you as well.
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Thanks for commenting — I think so too! He’s been writing occasionally for the Martha’s Vineyard Times, but he really deserves a wider audience.
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You did get my attention, Susanna. That was a funny one. I ended up reading all his blogs. Loved the one about the Franks. I was a fan of Malzone.
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🙂 He’s good, isn’t he?
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Would this be a “slice” of life piece? Hey, I can smell summer from here! (and I won’t mention the Bronco game if he doesn’t. Ever. Again.)
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You have to take that up with Alex. I don’t speak football. 😉
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good one.
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