About a year ago Peg began to occasionally mention her view that our white picket fence was not that white. She would opine, usually when I was watching a ball game or contemplating the meaning of it all, as how even Tom Sawyer got Aunt Polly’s fence whitewashed. I found the whole topic of the fence so disconcerting that I refused to watch as Peg spent three weeks painting the fence herself and muttering something that sounded like worthless. At least the cadence she kept up, much as a gandy dancer, appeared to soothe her soul and smooth out her brush strokes.
When she completed her paint job, I had to admit it looked real nice. In fact, I was so impressed I decided it was time Peg finally got that golf cart she has wanted ever since we moved to JPeg Ranch, which is quite near that officially sanctioned golf cart community of New Harmony.
When it comes to golf carts, I have always eschewed them and walked the golf course. While I usually say I prefer to walk as it provides exercise and improves my golf game, I may allude to the real reason ere you reach the end of this column; I know I am making a few assumptions here.
But, back to Peg’s golf cart. Our friend and golf professional, Heath Rigsby, found a fine looking used green E-Z-GO cart at a price commensurate with Peg’s desires and my guilt over the fence. Peg was so happy she not only forgave me for not helping with the fence, she even quit interrupting my afternoon naps.
Life was good at JPeg Ranch until today when Peg’s fence met up with Peg’s golf cart. I know what you’re thinking. What is your problem, Jim? Peg resolved several issues for you by destroying her fence with her golf cart. And, you would be so right if Peg had been driving it.
