Bloglander

Thank you to whom ever took my sunglasses that I left (my fault) on the tee
box at Trailhead golf course on Thursday, June 7th. I grew up in a time
where what we found that did not belong to us was "turned in" to the
location as to allow the owner to get them back. My son gave those to me
prior to his second tour to Iraq. Old as they were, they were something
special to me. He's home now. He, his Mom, and I were playing a round
together when I set them down as to not scratch the lenses, but forgot
them. No worries, I unlike you can afford to replace them. Golf course
really? Golf, it in and of itself is the last game of with integrity, a
word I am sure you neither understand nor live by. By the way, don't wear
them here in Spokane, as there was only one pair like those that were ever
made. Trust me, I know them on sight and tons of people know the glasses
and their attachment to me. I won't tell you what is special about them,
but should I see them, I'll slide them off your face while you are napping.
Good luck!