My love affair with golf and my entry into a “life of crime” started many years ago. As a small boy I lived near the Locust Valley Country Club in Attleboro, Massachusetts. My brother and I would watch the golfers play from the woods that separated our house from the golf course.
We watched the golf balls fly through the air and land where the golfers never intended! We would quickly run out and grab any errant balls that we could find, often leaving the golfers searching through the woody brush for their missing ball. Oh, the frustration we caused (and the new language we were exposed too!)
