Tralfador Flemmingstock And with laboured breath, Tralfador Flemmingstock rose from the green, lined his shot and swung. Luck, he thought, was on his side today. His mind, not so much. His thoughts betrayed him. Shifting his red and green tweed hat, his breast swelled and he let out a honk. He was but a goose … Continue reading Gees’e’s on the Golfcourse15 min read