Golf this weekend was an adventure—and not the 100-swings-of-the-club, looking-in-the-trees-all-day kind either. It was a fun adventure, with a sense of mystery thrown in. That’s because one of my golfing buddies finally twisted my arm enough to get me to play Grossinger’s up in the Catskills.
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