Papa’s Golf Group

So before the debacle that was dinner. Papa was telling me that he started a new golf group. It had a few requirements. Mind you Norm cannot see very well now on account of his macular degeneration. Ok so the requirements are that you have to be over 80, Papa is 88, and you have to be able to see. Fair enough. The idea is that when Papa hits the ball someone else needs to be able to track it for him. So a new guy joins the team, over 80, says he can see, great…game on. Papa hits the ball ask the guy “did you see it?”, guy says “yeah, yeah, I saw where that went”. Perfect. They all hop in the golf cart to go after the ball and the get down the fairway Papa asks the guy “where’s my ball”? Guy answers “oh, I forgot”