Sunday Golf

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Tuesday, 27 April 2010

Four friends had played golf every Sunday that the weather was good for many years. It was a ritual with them, they rarely missed a Sunday.

On one particular Sunday, they were playing the Community Course on Stroop Road, and as they were playing the hole that runs by the road, a funeral procession came winding its way down Stroop Road.

One of the fouresome came to attention, bowed his head and held his golf hat over his heart, and stood that way till the procession passed.

"Jim, we didn't realize that you were such a religious, devout man, that was very nice of you."

"Yes," Jim replied, "We'd have been married 45 years next month."

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