Rick,

One would suspect that the list of country clubs which make special arrangements for Fallen FOBs would be well, manageably short and the foursomes rather chummy.

Since we’ve been somewhat lyrical here lately, how ’bout this….

Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin’ behind us

Well he ain’t my boss no more Sandy

Sandy, the angels have lost their desire for us

Sandy the aurora’s rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever