The dealer in my backyard

First, I should address this to Mark since, Mark, you are the only person that knows of this blog of mine.

So, Dear Mark,

As you know my folks lived on a golf course while I was a youngin'. I rather enjoyed that - was nice not to have backyard neighbors when I wanted to sunbathe in the nude, my golf game improved marginally since I could sneak in a few holes any evening I wanted, it was a great place to screw around after dark (I recall a few nights of stealing golf carts and driving underage), and of course it was a fun place to take unsuspecting (actually, I suspect they were suspecting) young ladies to make out. I like to think that last one happened more than it actually did, but whatever.

So, when we were looking for a new house to buy I was pleased we found one we liked on a golf course. Here's a pic of the view over by back fence:

One little bonus is that there's a drink vending machine on the next tee box for thirsty hackers. We don't generally stock the fridge with tasty carbonated bevvies, but you know how sometimes you just get a jones on for a tall, cold coke? Well that vending machine has provided a very needed fix on more that one occasion this summer, let me tell you.

Good thing I don't live next to a 7/11.