A couple of days ago Doreen and I joined a fitness center in Winona...FREE...it's one of the bennies you get for getting old. Today we go in for our orientation, likely amounting to how to stay out of young whipper snappers ways as they grunt and groan. Well let me tell you we can grunt and groan like the best of them, it just doesn't take as much effort. After 18 holes yesterday I had lots of grunting and groaning to do.
Oh well as the gladiators said on their way into the arena, "morituri te salutant" (meaning: we who are about to do salute you - in case you're not up on your Latin.)
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