Niagara Gazette — There remained matters of eating and reporting to the Gazette. Doug had neither laptop nor skills to use one. Clark asked to eat at a McDonald’s he’d spotted en route. Doug ordered enough to get three bags, dissected them, and wrote the game, in pencil, inside them.
He then called Jonah and dictated it, drawing an admiring throng, who wondered if he was phoning in race results. (The Belmont had just finished; Polly had two of the top three.) “That,” he told Clark, “is how Grand-dad worked 64 years ago.”
Heading home, they paused at a miniature golf course Clark had spotted inbound. Clark won, 40 to 41, but his hand turned blue when he retrieved a ball from a water hazard, next to a sign warning, “Do not retrieve ball from hazard, your hand will turn blue.”
More than 13 hours had elapsed since they’d left the house, certain of a rainout. “How’d it go?” his Mom asked.
“Awesome,” said Clark. “We played miniature golf.”
Come visit. The blue has faded. We kept the McDonald’s bags.Polly and DougE-mail firstname.lastname@example.org