Today’s small town story is the more things change the more they remain the same. I walked next-door again to the only bar/restaurant in town. When I got there there was only one other table occupied 30 minutes later the place was packed because the local golf league had just had their season ending tournament and every table was full of a bunch of guys and gals talking about if only we made that putt, I can’t believe that none of us could make a putt from 4 feet. Or, that team is such sandbaggers they came in 20 under there’s no way. I enjoyed the banter while I had my dinner pretty sure that I’ve said most or all of those things after a round of golf with my friends. I’m looking forward to playing around or two when I get home.