I understand that the golf courses in what used to be Rhodesia were the most dangerous in the world. No, not wildlife -- land mines.

I learned last evening that the manager of the golf course behind my house doesn't like people to walk their dogs on the course, but if they do (and he can't stop it anyway) he insists on the use of pooper-scoopers. So much for "play it where it lies."

My neighbors, the ones across the street, have found mishit golf balls in their back yard. Now, that's a bad shot!