Favorite joke at the West Seattle golf course:

A man comes home from his usual Sunday afternoon golf game with his buddy, Harry. His wife looks at him and says, "Good, heavens, you look completely done in! What happened? What's the matter?"

"Well," sez her husband, "Harry and I had just started our game when he had a heart-attack and died right there!"

"That's horrible!" said his wife. "Poor Harry! No wonder you look so drawn, haggard, and worn out!"

"Yeah, it was awful! For eighteen holes! Take take my shot and drag Harry, take my shot and drag Harry. . . ."

Don Firth