John Himmelheber — The Monarch Review
The Picker – John Himmelheber
Tuesday, December 27, 2011 9:37 — 1 Comment
After both are done with work and school, the father meets his son at the club’s driving range, and says to his son: The man in the picker is your target, my boy. Hit him as hard as you can. We haven’t much daylight left. But Father, he moves in slow flowing motions over the berms and around the sand bunkers. I like the way the picker dances, and its disks pluck the balls and comb the grass smooth. I don’t want to hurt the man inside or interrupt the dance. That is nonsense, my boy. He no more dances […]
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