I really must thank Putt-Putt Glof for hosting the Buckys this year. We;'d planned to move them to a new home each night, but with the winds and the bumpy terrain, it was not to be. However, the Nuptial Party spent the week next to the Chapel on hole number um, seven. Seven?
Thank you so much for Bucky's new putter. I wish I'd kept his golf shoes!
I do have the right putt-putt don't I?
Some sunshine, some dust, a little paint and a tutu. Yeah.