Swingers

Now that the distinction has been made, I officially like The Meadows and dislike the Brunstfield Links. I'm also officially confused on capitalizing the 'The' in proper nouns.

Walked past The Meadows and into The Links yesterday and actually saw a man enjoying his Sunday morning golf on a tiny piece of grass and yes, all around him were pedestrian walks and not too far away was a major road with cars zooming by. (Edinburgh drivers aren't the nicest of people. Reminds me of Boston and makes me long for B'Wick. I don't know why I couldn't just type 'Brunswick' like a normal person, but B'Wick it is.) The grass was seriously no bigger than the Westford town center but there the dude was, swinging away. I understand the appeal of the whole golf-couse-within-a-city idea, I mean, Franklins in Dorchester is a great example of a little country in an urban setting but come on, people, if you're going to allow that then at least give the people some land. The man could have had more room in my backyard and we do not have a big backyard.

Fi and I, on our way to church, decided that since this was such a public spectacle, with people all around him, we should support the golfer. And so after each of his swings, we would say encouragements like "good swing," and "close one," and sometimes, even "better luck next time." And we really meant those nice things we were saying, because if he was bad, there was a very good chance he could hit us.