Kettle Creek golf course on a steamy Friday afternoon is not, I suggest, a good place for a date. We teed off at 2:31 against a fierce headwind. At least it kept the fallen leaves moving east, so we could eventually locate the errant balls that we’d hooked or sliced off the fairway. There were two tewenty-something couples in golf carts ahead of us. Now, Hub and I play a brisk 18 holes. We can rocket through Kettle Creek in about 3 hours in good weather, and that includes time spent hunting for balls in the rough or under bushes and two bathroom breaks. But these folks were there more for socializing than golfing. Each couple had on similar outfits – dark pants and…

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