Comfort zone

I know that I pledged to get out and see the golf world at large. I know I made a big stink about needing to get out of Staten Island and spread my wings and sample the various golfing delights the tri-state has to offer.

The Bogey Express

Well, that didn't last long. After making a brief reconnection with my spiritual golf roots in Brooklyn, the connection fizzled out and I retreated back to Staten Island. Sorry. I know it's been said in the comments that I don't really belong there, and I agreed with it at first, but after some soul searching I have been forced to reconsider.