I miss golf and my golf clubs. I miss the yellow grass and sandy greens of Dallas public courses. I miss Saturdays of searching in the woods for errant tee shots and balls given up for lost. I miss longest drive wins on 18 and and whiffing my drive on 1. Always. I miss racing carts and arguing over counted shots. I miss eight shot maximums and missing the putt for birdy. Always. I miss tanking after 8 and recovering after 14. I miss walking alone to my shot ahead of the group and I miss my foursome. I miss golf.