After Kevin and I ran seven miles this morning, we headed out golfing for my Dad's bachelor party. It was no Willapalooza but we had a good time. My Dad golfed with Dick and Bill, while Dan, Kevin and I played together. Kevin didn't know Dick and neither did Bill. Jon chose to spend the day with Mike Koch instead of my Dad. My Dad only wept through the third hole. We golfed badly, but we had 18 holes of fun. Dan had this fancy reusable unbreakable tee that he swore saved him a nickle today. The old men beat us by about 8 strokes, but that happens when you let the bachelor win.
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