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Golf: it’s untrustworthy
The first time I ever played miniature golf was at a birthday party for my friend Deborah. We were seven.
I had no idea what miniature golf involved; it wasn’t one of the activities on the approved list at my house. Birthday parties weren’t something we did either, and I was very shy back then, so Deborah’s invitation must surely have filled me with dread.
But I went. I swatted a red golf ball with a kid-sized putter. Had some cake, too, and maybe brought home a party favor.
When I got home, I told my dad that I’d won golf! I had, you see, gotten the highest score, and that surely meant I’d won. Right?
I haven’t trusted golf since.
Abandoned Miniature Golf Course
Slaton, Texas
photographed 2.16.2013
Gulf Oil and a boat, twice
Abernathy, Texas
photographed 9.15.2012
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.12.2011
Is this a thing?
Each of these Gulf Oil shacks has a boat parked next to it. I was poking around in the archive o’ photos the other night when I noticed this. I think I need to set out across the state (or even the country?) researching this to see if it IS a thing.
Both boats appear to have telephone poles sprouting out of them. What’s with that?
And on a sad note, the building in Slaton has been torn down.
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