Golfing at "The Rock"

Many years ago, when the boys (Josiah and Jason) were growing up, we used to golf regularly at Rock Island Golf Course. Those days on the links are some of our fondest "father and son" memories. So last Saturday Jas and I took a little stroll down memory lane. The golf was not pretty, but the weather was perfect and the memories evoked by the sweet smell of the Russian Olive trees surrounding the fairways was, as my uncle Rex used to say, "won-der-ful."