reminders of the Kingsmill property's
historical signifcance are scattered throughout
the river Course.
many players are unconsciously adjusting for poor
setup. I mentally go through each step of my swing,
wondering what minor changes might bring major
gains. I exit the interstate a few miles short of my
neighborhood and cruise through an industrial area
dotted with warehouses and body shops.
Only one business along the road shows signs of
life this late in the evening, and I pull into the welllit parking lot, joining a few other diehards. Grabbing what I need from the trunk, I enter the building
and walk up to the counter.
"Medium bucket of balls?" asks the old man behind the register who knows my face well. I hand
him a ten and say, "Better make it a large."
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