Editor, The Friday Flyer:
A golfer teed off at 10:58 a.m. Sunday, September 11 from the tee on fairway No. 3. They know who they are because they said, “Oh, sorry,” after I yelled “Holy s—!“ Their tee shot traveled about 8 to 10 ft. parallel to the ground at a 40-degree angle off the club (shank).
I was doing a bit of gardening and was standing 3 ft. from the base of the post that holds up the outside corner of my upper deck 12 ft. above. The ball went directly over my head 2 ft. above and hit the post 3 ft. behind me. It then caromed up my stairs to near the top and bounced all the way to the back of my yard near the side of the fairway.
Had the golfer come over to ask if I was okay, they would have seen me in awe and a bit of shock. They then teed off again (pretty well I might add) and the foursome continued on. I will remember that time and day. It was one of the luckiest seconds in my and their life.
Rodney Kirk Brown