It seems unlikely but I used to play golf. This brief period occurred around age 14 when my older brother, Ben, took up the sport. I was encouraged to give it a whirl as well. After one unimpressive practice at the local driving range, my father took Ben and I to the par 3 course at Rockland Lake. While they had nicer clubs and bags, I had a dusty white sack containing a tiny subset of my grandfather's beat up old woods and irons.

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