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The stranger had an air of desperation about him. He fidgeted. He was agitated. He couldn’t find a match.
We were in the clubhouse of a local golf course. It was getting late on a Saturday afternoon. The place was clearing out.
He looked about 50, trim, well-dressed, appeared prosperous. You’d think a guy like that could find a good match.
Twenty minutes later he asked again: Did
Published on May 19, 2021 06:01