“Golf is a Gentleman’s and Lady’s game.” I looked around at my eleven-odd fellow PE classmates sitting Indian-style in a semi-circle in front of Coach. It was late spring in Winnsboro, Texas. I was twelve. Poking my buddy (a lanky, slow-drawling ugly, slightly buck-toothed dirty-blond towhead of a boy named ‘Gary’) in the ribs with … Continue reading Armadillos Should Not Golf–ReDux’d & Re-Writ