I’m a walker and Maxine is a golfer. One bright summer day, we challenged one another to try each others’ sports. Yup, Maxine and me. Maxine caught on to walking fairly easy – after I talked her out of her robe and slippers and into a fashionable jogging outfit . Then I had to try her sport. I stood knees slightly bent, feet apart, head down, arms straight but relaxed, fingers interlocked around a shaft of a golf club that looked like only half of it survived a land mine explosion, and my eyes fixated on a small, pock-marked Read More