Golf!

Maybe there's more to a name than Shakespeare gives credit, but Robert has been obsessed with golf since he was less than a year old.  Which is why it was so great that he got to go to the country club with his Meema and Grumpy the last time we were in Lancaster.  (Rob and I had forgotten to pack our country club duds and were therefore forced to stay home and drink beer.  I'm considering some kind of civil rights suit just as soon as I stop liking an afternoon of free babysitting and beer.)  Robert had a good time, though something spooked him about the golf carts.  He keeps saying, even a month later, at random times, "there were people on the carts."  Not sure what that was all about, but, hey, what's a little trauma compared to the afternoon of free babysitting and beer?  That's what I was thinking.  So thanks to the Felters for both the trip, and the pics.