Guttersnipe

God bless the Duke of Argyll! If the youth of today aren’t the most annoying creatures on the planet I’ll eat my finest Sunday derby. Condor-sized prairie mosquitos and door-knocking donation guilt-trippers have nothing on these grating simpletons. I went to one of those Halloween corn maze dealies with the

Guttersnipe

Sometimes it feels strange to have another man’s ball in your hands. The weight might not be quite right or the holes could be too far apart or too small. Familiar, yet completely foreign. Given enough time spent holding it, however, exploring its cavities and getting comfortable with its heft,