Six Years Ago On Tuesday......

Me and my Father were coming off the 18th green and heading into the 19th hole for our free coke and hot dog, when we saw the TV. The buildings had just fallen and the dust cloud was encompassing Manhattan. My Father, who had grown up in Brooklyn, looked like someone who was just told his friend was killed. Six years later, and those who committed this act are still free and alive. Good thing Saddam and his sons are dead.