This morning at 3:37 I was suddenly awakened by a loud intoxicated person (thank you State Patty’s Day) yelling at someone outside.
I stared at the ceiling, wondering how long it would take me to fall asleep again. And then the first thing to pop into my head was the image of three golf clubs in a bag. A nine iron and a putter are on opposing sides staring off into the distance, with a pitching wedge between them. The troubled putter speaks to the nine iron: “I sense a wedge between us.”
Here is that scene, created with PhotoShop: