by L. P. Dover
Going For The Hole
L.P. Dover
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
A Note From The Author
About the Author
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Dedicated to my loving parents who shared
their love of golf with me.
As a kid, I remember driving my mom around in the cart as she played. At that point, I didn’t know how to play, but I loved sitting there and eating white powdered doughnuts while I drove her around. Driving the cart was the main highlight of the day. Maybe not so much when I hightailed it down a hill and knocked my mom out of the cart. Yeah … I know she hasn’t forgotten that either. You should see her holding on for dear life when she’s in the car with me. I’m so glad she’s close to retiring so I can drive her around the course again.
