I have decided I am going to move my carcass more these days, the winter has been a very long one, and I am fearful to wear my shorts (though it won't stop me from doing so). So this morning I thought I would start my day with a walk with my dogs. The hotel we stay at is basically on the outskirts of Wetaskiwin, and we see a few seedy types during the week. I am afraid Lysterine is a favorite drink of some of the Hobema residents - great teeth but not so great livers. So I took the hounds out this morning, and in the ditch I thought I saw the remains of an Indian burial ground, but instead I find a full set of golf clubs in a bag - they were even balls, tees and socks for the drivers. So John Daly, if you have lost your clubs - contact me - you'll find me on the golf course.