|Notice it even says "IQ 180."|
I really didn't become attached to that "lost pink ball", I just became a little irritated that I couldn't find it when I knew exactly where in the gunch that it should be, just to the left of 15 green. Even my playing partner, Kathy, agreed that "pinkie" shouldn't be lost. Why couldn't we find her. I had played a provisional and in just a few minutes I called off the search party, hit my provisional, took my penalty and life went on. I never would have thought about "pinkie" again if Kathy hadn't told me that she and Jim were playing golf a few days later and she looked for "pinkie." I laughed, but the next time I played I found myself glancing in the gunch on 15 for "pinkie".
Then one day Kathy, her husband Jim, along with Jack and I played a round of golf at Prairie Dunes. When we came to hole 15 Kathy stepped over to the side after she putted and looked for "pinkie." Jim and I both noticed and I laughed again, but sadly agreed that "pinkie" was gone. Jim, in an attempt to console me or cajole me, said, "I bet someone who doesn't appreciate "pinkie" has found her and stuck her in a tub of lost balls, never to play again."