HERE WE GO AGAIN!

I went out this morning to discover how much I had deteriorated over the winter.  The course is open and expectantly wet.  It will take a few days of sun to slow down the flow from the hill behind us, but Ed is there taking his usual good care of things...so no worry.   Two weekends away (the 17th) is the open-house and golf clinic.  I am going to attend with the hope that he can correct my slice in 15 minutes!  I hope to see you all there....with friends.  Free golf all afternoon!
Thursday marks the first Twi-light league gathering.   Bring your $1.50 and a good sense of humor!  It is forecasted to be good weather...let's get this year off on the right foot!
I can't for the world figure out where I got a 6 handicap....I shot a 40 today...with a few adjusted ball positions along the way.
Hank Read was up to the course yesterday during the hail and lightning and witnessed the demo of a large tree near the 4th green.  I am attaching his description:

  I have not given my golf game much attention yet this year, and I am aware that I better give it a little before I pay out the ransom that the Thursday Twilight League will extort this week and every week thereafter to October.  So, after today’s storms rolled through and the sun came out this afternoon I drove on up to UCC.

  On the way, it got darker and started to spit rain again, but it’s a quick drive so I continued on.  In the parking lot, I opened the trunk to gear up, but I heard something higher up Barrett Hill.  It sounded like wind or really heavy rain, a strong whooshing. And it was clearly getting closer, so I closed the trunk and continued to watch.  When I actually saw it approaching, I got back in the car to wait it out.  It was hail, and I was amused to see the pellets bigger than BBs bouncing around on my hood and on the ground.  Loud!  I reached up to open the screen between me and the moon roof so that I could see them up there as well, and that’s just when there was a spectacular flash and crash, simultaneous lightning and thunder.  I was definitely glad to be in the car.

   It eventually cleared enough for me to do what I came for, and I hit five balls off the first tee that dispersed over a wide area, leaving me in despair over my chances against the extortionists.  On my way to hit them again, I noticed a tree over by the 4^th green appeared to be striped white.  A closer look revealed that the bark had been blown off an ash tree from tip to roots, and pieces were scattered from the 4^th green to the 5^th tee, some of the larger pieces impaled in the ground.  Very impressive.  About the same time, the Union Rescue sirens started and the trucks went out, soon followed by more from up Rte 17.  When I left, Rte 131 was closed off, so I guess there was another strike further down.

  Go figure – the dreaded pine tree on the 3^rd remains intact.

See you all Thursday.!