First I found it funny. Then I was slightly miffed. This time I am just shaking my head.
Here are two recent entries.
Seriously?
First off I’m thinking that if a golf course butts up next to a graveyard with a fence around it, the graveyard is definitely out of bounds. So while it may be nice not to loose your ball, it’s not like you can play it from where it landed. Perhaps the sensible thing to do in this situation is just leave the ball there and take your drop. Hmmm? Maybe the fence is there for a reason. Like people don’t want golfers traipsing all over their loved ones. It may not be exactly sacred ground, but if they didn’t mind golfers making divots next to grave stones they wouldn’t have put up the fence.
But graveyard, backyard, open space, whatever it’s around, lets talk about the fence. You ‘climb’ a fence. You do not scale a fence. Who the heck scales a fence? I spent a lot of time with fences in my youth. I climbed them every day, and used to walk along them to get between yards. I mean why take the sidewalk when you can take the fence? We all used the fences. And we all ‘climbed’ the fences. No kid I knew ever ‘scaled’ a fence.
Even worse though, climb it or scale it, you need INSTRUCTIONS? I admit to being a bit of a tom-boy, but even the girls who spent their days in dresses playing with dolls could climb a stupid fence. All types. Chain link, slated, 6 foot privacy. We had them all in my neighborhood, and we climbed them all. Gates were a waste of time.
So once again I must wonder about the editor of this calendar. What kind of a childhood did he ( and I think we firmly established in the previous calendar post that it must be a he ) have that he felt the need for an entire calendar day of instructions on how to climb a fence? Were there no fences where he lived? Did he grow up in an apartment in downtown Manhattan or something? Even there, aren’t there fences around things? What kid in their right mind sees a fence and says ‘Oh, better not climb that. Obviously they are trying to keep me out.’? Or maybe he was one of those kids whose mom kept him inside practicing his violin while the rest of us were busy climbing the fences to see what they were trying to keep us away from. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
So let us take away two things from these two days. First of all, if your ball lands in a graveyard behind a fence, have the common courtesy to just let it lie.
Second of all, if you ever see a kid staring at a fence, help him climb it. Don’t let him grow into an adult who needs instructions on how to get to the interesting stuff on the other side.
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